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(parcels)

You have no parcels. You spent your last assortment on vodka. You empty that bottle, relax as it fills your body with warmth, and close your eyes for a moment. Then you grab your gun (slinging it into one of those braces that carry a gun on your back) and go outside.

The streets are gravel (you can only find paved streets in The High) and there are a couple bums unconscious on the road. You gulp. You could always be worse off.