Beraubtes got smaller as she went on, and found another hole that she crawled into: we heard a splash somewhere further down and not one of us would follow.
Ginger died trying to gouge out the one glowing eye in the fifty foot high iron Fuhrer we found half submerged in oil.
Later, guns spent, we (me and Bêbe) came out of a long tunnel to find ourselves looking down on a lot of dead people and smashed tanks. There had been some battle, and in between the bits of human scattered about were slightly moving machines.
We walked down the slope, stopping once to do a thing that needed doing, and found the carriage. Vodka hag was still there and welcomed us with tea in the candle-light.
We waited there until another road train arrived and then took us away.
(no questions answered)
That's it.
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