Broken Ring

“I know where we’re going.” Witch’s voice is flat, empty. “Where they’re going.”
“There’s a settlement out here?”
Witch strains her optics. The sun’s setting fast, the air muddied with flying dirt and heavy light.
“No. A Wall.”
“Wall?”
She’s always surprised by Lizard’s ignorance of things every wasteland kid takes for granted. Being grown in a tube did have some downsides then.
“The Walls of the Wasteland. Holes in the sky. Fortifications against the stuff that comes out. Four of them.”
“And the defenders?”
She can see it now. The ring of stone, a broken ruin.
“Dead. And worse.”