#also the obligatory 'souls trapped within the zones such as tcm mad gear and the missile kid' all disappear

[vinyls-and-valentines]

I've wrote about this before, though I can't remember if I posted it, but I think that a lot of the Zones' mysticism disappears after Battery City falls. The roads no longer writhe and coil like strange rivers, lost items of the departed no longer appear in strange places as if possesed by a will of their own, the mailboxes fill with unsent mail or vanish altogether alongside pre-war vending machines. The line between the strange and mundane gets demolished along with the rebar and concrete, and the difference is somehow more unsettling than thousands of souls trapped in elecricity or man-eating suburban homes