[h3][color=39b54a][b]Biological Waste Landfill Site 27-B - One Mile South of Ash Outpost Designation 227[/b]
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The Plague Pit, local ashlanders called it. 

It was a a place that even scavenging animals wouldn't pass near. 

A rocky bank over the remains of a crater from some blast long ago. 

Every week or so a truck, unmarked, but guarded by a couple of Knights in biohazard gear, would back up on the precipice and disgorge its contents into the putrid pool of chemicals and contamination that now filled the void in the earth. Drums, metal boxes and large glass tanks lay shattered in pieces round the pit, along with years of discarded samples, used needles, and elements of biological warfare too foul and corrupt for even Erubesco to utilize. 

No-one went anywhere near Landfill Site 27-B. Even those charged with dumping there did their best to keep their distance. If someone were to approach it though, at the edge of the foul pond they might see greenish mud on the edges quite seriously disturbed, as if something had scrambled out of the water.  They might then see the footprints on the ground as the earth became more dry and firm, the drips and splashes left on the ground, the green ooze that seemed to near enough glow with its own light.  Anyone who looked at how the footprints had changed in size unevenly shortly after emerging, or saw some of the... were they handprints left on the rocks? Anyone who saw these chilling clues might quickly gather that whatever had hauled itself out of the Plague Pit was not something to follow. Nothing good or natural could emerge from that place. They might as well have crawled out of hell itself. 

But no-one went anywhere near Landfill Site 27-B, so no-one could have possibly known the origins of the figure that shuffled along the dusty ashland road. 

It looked to be human. The damp, silvery hair was long enough to suggest female, though the stature and build did little to suggest either way, and the featureless one piece grey garment they were wearing, something that had the air of a surgical gown about it, also gave little away. Their skin was a sallow white, which didn't indicate a long time in the ash, particularly with little in the way of protective clothing, though it was also dirty, bloody, and splattered in greenish ichor.  The green was streaked through the hair and concentrated on the clothing around the figure's ribs and stomach, where it was soaking through the fabric and dripping onto the dry ground, creating a spotty trail. 

It was...unsettling at least...though not entirely shocking where the wastes were concerned. The individual was probably injured, or sick, had just been robbed and beaten up by bandits or fallen off a transit or something similar. 

It would be the most sensible thing to assume, if you'd never followed the trail back to the lake of biowaste and understood that whoever...whatever this individual was it was something unholy. 

RE1 T1-1 was, in a sense, counting on that.