The next morning, Travis was back safe and un-possessed, much to everyone’s surprise. Of course, Travis didn’t actually sleep that night, so it made sense he was still alive. Upon being informed that falling asleep probably would’ve gotten him killed, the Master Decoy just shrugged and said he was already operating under the assumption that falling asleep on his own in a zombie-infested Floor was a bad idea.Travis brought back a few souvenirs from his time alone. Mostly strange ‘convenience’ relics, rings that heated and flavored food, anklets that made the body lighter and repaired arthritis…that sort of thing.If it was truly valuable, Will wasn’t sure Travis would’ve shown them. The Decoy wasn’t against them, but he did have a streak of self-interest.I suppose that can be said for most of us, Will thought, scanning the Party as they travelled. None of them were completely saintly, except maybe Anna, and she represented an idealized caricature of what Brianna thought she should’ve been.As for Loth, they practically had to drag her away from the addictive joy of her infinite Zombie launcher, but after some whining and pleading on both sides, they managed to get her away from the trap and back on the road again.The blob of splattered zombies outside the building was getting big and beginning to make some concerning moves. Namely, moving.A few hours into their travel, Will caught Loth designing some kind of zombie-powered threshing machine in her notebook.When she noticed him looking, she then spent the next hour describing how the mindless energy of the undead could be harvested to make life for the living better.“So all the foreman has to do is stand there, and the zombies walk towards them on the treadmill, which turns the wheel, which powers the thresher, or whatever else you care to automate.” Loth said, tapping the different parts of the diagram.“So umm…are we going to export (...)