*As you barrel back into your car and slam the driver-side door, whatever was chasing you out there seems to lose interest. You figure it can't smell you anymore, now that you're inside. You see it through a window as a silhouette, obscured by the mist, shambling unnaturally in some other direction. After taking a moment to pray that it doesn't get close enough for you to be able to make out its finer features, you rest your head on the steering wheel, letting your racing heart and adrenaline ease down. Despite the scare, you got what you came for - enough gas to make it anywhere you want.* *But where is there left to go?* *You're pretty sure you're still in Vermont. You consider following the road west to Albany or NYC in the hope that the bigger cities fared better. Then again, you've heard rumors that the mist originally spread out from the tip of Maine, east of here. There could be some answers in that direction, but resistance would probably be heavier. For whatever reason, your intuition tells you that there may also be something worthwhile in Hartford, to the south.* ``` MIND: Stable condition. BODY: No active wounds. Wearing a torn shirt and jeans. ITEMS: Revolver (.44) (5 rounds). Swiss army knife. Granola bars (6). Car key. ```