Topeka Kansas
It's really hard to sneak up on someone when you and he are the only living things within a hundred miles or so. Not counting wild animals of course. It's harder still when the one you're trying to sneak up on can sense when someone means him harm. And gets occasional visits from a kindly old ghost who has a direct line to God.
That would be why Leo had managed to elude the strange folks in the yellow trench coats who'd been following him for a few days. Ever since he'd left Boulder yet again to visit the Redmans in Maine. Taking, as usual, the scenic route.
He didn't know what they wanted with him, he only knew it was nothing he wanted to let them get.
All that left his mind however when he drove through Topeka, and suddenly the world...changed.
“The hell?” he muttered, slowing his motorcycle, and finally stopping altogether. Something was different. He couldn't place exactly what it was, but something was definitely different. And then he realized what it was.
The land was just as empty and quiet as it had ever been, but the air, it was missing the ever present smell of death. The smell that was so prevalent everywhere he went except for Boulder that he hardly ever noticed it anymore. Plus something just felt different.
He looked around cautiously, before glancing back. He probably should double back. But...the same spirit that had made him travel all over to see what there was to see, made him want to go on.
Boston. he thought. The idea came to him the same way many others did. From within him and without at once.
Casting one last look behind him, Leonard Joeseph Underwood kicked the motorcycle to life once more, and headed east.
[Establishy due to distance. Unless there's someone out traveling at the moment I suppose. Info-post will be going up shortly in me own journal to introduce the youngster.]