<span style="color: #0000FF">A common sigh of relief is heard among the group, only followed by the inevitable groan of the group realizing they still had a stretch to go. <span style="font-style: italic">Can't be that bad,</span> Scott thought. He'd never cared to make his way to Russia, much less Moscow. What had inspired him to move with this group was beyond him. He could only hope it paid off in the end. A new world must be good.<br/><br/>Did it spread that far..? Last news was that Europe was mostly safe, but why would they spend resources to set up the containment zone if the world were safe? <span style="font-style: italic">Ah well...</span> <br/><br/>Scott flicks the switch on his flashlight as they dive into the mouth of the tunnel. The bulb was dim, but better than nothing, and showed the tattered walls in deep relief. Old blood spatters stained the walls at random intervals; vehicle carcasses, stripped of anything useful, were seen. However, unlike the rest of this wasteland, signs of life were everywhere. A food wrapper here, an old fire pit there... Life in the Zone was a rare, and occasionally beautiful, sight.</span>