Post by Heron on Aug 6, 2018 8:43:05 GMT
The Illogical Field had ultimately dumped all of Jenna's things from home into a giant pile for her to find later. Which...was helpful, inasmuch as Jenna needed her array of workstations in order to remain entirely self-sufficient, but she could have done with a little less jumbling. It also made her a little sad, the finality of never going home again, and knowing that nobody could pick up right where she left off.
However, she wasn't looking the proverbial gift horse in the mouth the day she found the first of the ruined villages.
She'd heard something about something bad happening in a village called Blackthorn, but according to the sign hanging derelict off of a rusted chain, this little hamlet had once been called Yarvale, when it had had people to call it home. Before the death and the violence and the ugliness that still left visible scars in the village and its landscape.
Well, there was only one thing to do about this, wasn't there?
Jenna hauled her workstations closer to Yarvale and set them up in convenient proximity. The dead, she buried, graves marked with stone crosses without names. Once that was done it was time to salvage everything she could.
Folks'd be surprised what was salvageable in the wake of the end of days. Even empty food cans could be washed out and smelted down as a source of aluminum, plastic bottles could always be re-used, and if that old building didn't look sound, kick it down and re-use the bricks! Jenna combed the debris and the rubble into piles of resources.
From there rebuilding the village seemed like much less daunting a task.
One building at a time, Jenna tore down the damaged structures and built new ones from the ground up. Sometimes she was faithful to the original blueprint. Sometimes she was not, giving the design a makeover according to the blueprints she had. Some buildings looked more Asian, others Arabian, still others medieval, more or less whatever worked in the moment. None of it matched all together, but by the end of a fortnight of working, Jenna had a charmingly hodge-podge little village that no longer looked like it had been a major battleground.
Granted, it was still a ghost town because nobody was living in it, but now that it was rebuilt and furnished, theoretically people could, and that was the point.