The Iron Road

When Mama died, Granddad decided to take me away from Edinburgh. He had a cousin in Carlisle, so we followed one of the Iron Roads for a hundred miles or more. Granddad said that in the times Before, the Iron Roads carried great vehicles upon them, and thousands of people rode to distant places in only an hour or two. After The Cataclysm, the vehicles were stripped down for materials, and even their bones were carried away by Scavengers.

Another of his wild stories. I can’t imagine what it would be like, not having to walk everywhere.