7DAY SEVENTY-THREE
November had so far been brighter and drier than expected and, when the wind dropped, the morning was unseasonably mild. More than a hundred people walked down East Smithfield together, ready to start stripping the reclaimed land of anything of value. It was a different mix of folks out here today. The work ahead of them was less violent, hopefully less dangerous too. There were some here who hadn’t been able to face the gruesome work of battling a vast horde of corpses yesterday, but who could just about cope with clearance work and the occasional one-on-one. Others had stayed behind today for the opposite reason; there were some who only wanted to fight, no interest in salvage work or other menial tasks. Many more remained shut away in their hotel rooms and apartments
