The fog had descended quite quickly blanketing the land in a numbing biting chill, only serving to ruin the mood of the hikers that traversed the endless countryside. Ireland. Perhaps this was one of the last frontiers.
Or lost frontier, rather....there isn't a soul on the roads. Nothing but sheep and mud. John had only gotten there two days before and he already hated the country to it's core. Along with his surly companion If it wasn't bad enough that they where foreigners and an outsiders, they where mutants as well. John's companion was a mad mutant with a significantly powerful ability. For the moment John had no idea why he'd yanked him along on this journey nor did he have an idea what use he'd be to him. He'd found the kid leading chase across the guttered streets of london leaving a trail of blood as wide as the River Thames. He'd watched the mad man turn three armed cops into nothing but a fine powder of raw matter. It had fascinated him. Of course calming the crazed mutant proved difficult. He'd damaged his filtration system sending toxic fluid spilling across the alley and nearly causing John to slip into shock and bleed out. It all worked out in the end, though.....somehow.
John glanced over at James. Somehow the kid towered over him. John still felt a bit uneasy around him. The way his eyes flitted around like ping pong balls, the things he muttered in the quiet sent chills up his fibre glass spine. The kid did manage to attract a lot of unwanted attention wherever they went. They'd spend no more than an evening in the last village before he found the hateful glares and quiet mumbles overbearing. They took no time at all packing up and slapping down the money for their stay. He was grateful at least that the innkeeper didn't kick them out.
Jon stopped a moment in the middle of the desolate road and searched the pockets of his heavy coat for the map he'd been using to keep his bearings. The ocular implant on the side of his head whirred softly and displayed a compas. It appeared in bright blue print seeming to be laid out on the side of the dirt road. He studied the map a moment and looked further down the road. "It should be quite close." he announced to his companion. His device beeped, a small blue light flashing at the side of his temple. An faint dirt trail could be seen winding around the back of a nearby hill disappearing from view. "There we go." He murmured under his breath.
John stuffed the map away and headed down the dirt road, eager to get out of the damp chill. For thirty minutes John trekked through the sparse traces of a trail. He lost it twice having to turn back and estimate which direction the trail could have lead. He'd almost given it up for a lost cause and a wrong turn before they stumbled onto the entrance. Little more than a hole in the ground.