Goldengreens

About 80 miles south of the Delta area.
and this was far from the first sinister thing he’d heard about Goldengreens. 
It was eighty miles deep into the jungle though, and not many people went there these days. 
From chapter 3: 
It was eighty miles deep into the jungle though, and not many people went there these days. Stories came out, none of them pleasant, but there were so many stories these days it was impossible to know what was real and what wasn’t. Things were bad enough in Evermarch, Thorman didn’t need to go eighty miles into the interior looking for trouble when he had trouble enough. And yet… It wouldn’t do any harm to scratch the itch. There had been no reliable reports from Goldengreens in months, perhaps he should send someone down there?   
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The only other truck in the village was wrecked and rusted and lying on its side in the dried-up stream. 
The small river was used as the village dump, relying on the rainy-season floods to eventually wash it all into
the Berbice River. Any occasional breeze would lift some of the rank air from the streambed and etc
The village was dirty and ramshackle. There had been some proper brick-built houses here at one time, but now 
it was all brightly painted wooden clapboard shacks sat together apparently at random on the red earth of the 
jungle clearing. This whole area was lightly forested, it lacked the foreboding menace of the jungle to the 
north, but any comfort from that was lost by being under the direct glare of the impossibly hot sun. There was 
nowhere to cool down, the river was dry, and the shops no longer sold ice cream or cold drinks. The best the 
people here could hope for was a spot of shade a midday and a brief cool period before dawn. Willaim Nimite 
didn’t know it, but this was where Tina Harris was from. Paradise was a plantation, or it had been before 
the reditus. Now it was the last stop on a road to nowhere. Nimite could see that the people here suffered, 
cut off as they were from the rest of what was left of civilisation. There was no doctor, there was a pharmacy 
but no one to work it. No food was brought in from outside now, they had to grow everything themselves. 
Their clothes were worn and patched; the people here were having to re-learn the old skills of surviving in the jungle.
There were a good few houses lying empty, people had gone north if they were able or had been taken away. 
For the people that lived there, it was not considered safe to leave Paradise, day or night. The old, the 
young, the lame and the sick were all that had remained. A few old men with hunting rifles were all that kept the place safe etc better 
Willaim had been given one of the larger houses to live and give his services in more better. The people 
of Paradise were delighted that he was here, and his congregation was a large one. 
Bit more maybe but then…
The muta trucks had passed by on the main road close to Paradise. It used to be that Paradise was only ten
miles away from Goldengreens, but now it was more like sixty. The passed through two Zonelines along the
road, but it was jungle to jungle with no obvious changes of biome. etc
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