White figure, black wall. Lich got the standard issue dream once again.

For him, these dreams provided a sense of warmth and belonging, as if he was not alone now.

But he was not alone! His pick always accompanied him, and even a monkey “decided” to tag along!

Speaking of the monkey, it was gone. Lich was as lonely as the moon above him.

“If I ever find you…” His anger lasted for about four seconds, since the monkey escaped by opening the collar, and not stealing or destroying it. Otherwise, the stupid animal would not rest until one of them died. “I'll just find a new friend.”

Once again completely calm, he started walking toward New Angola. He needed someone who knew both French and English, and there was surely at least one such person in the three big cities.

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Nothing interesting happened until a convoy of five eight wheeled trucks and twenty smaller vehicles toward him around midnight. He would have gone unnoticed if not for his mask reflecting the front car's headlights.

The last vehicle stopped, and the window closest to Lich rolled down.

“Somethin' happened to your squad? Or did something else happen?” A very bulky person spoke peeked out and started the conversation.

“Im not a part of any squad. Not even a member of your Angola. And no, I don't want to join as a serf.” Lich replied without stopping.

It was obvious that they were looking for new slaves, and since they had no guns to trade for, they had to do what everyone thought the Europeans did.

The car went back a few meters and the man started speaking again.

“Then let me pers–” Sadly he had no chance to do any persuading, because Lich gave him a field otoskopy with his pick.

Now that the driver was dead, his passenger has to take over the wheel. He used the privilege to drive away as fast as possible. Sadly, his inexperience caused a ln accident, in which the group of victims consisted of 50% new drivers, and 50% trees.

Seeing the crash, Lich stopped for a few seconds and smirked. The supplies were probably not worth the hustle.

Entertained, Lich marched further North.