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About three miles on she sees a lorry.
"HEYHEYHEY!" She runs into the middle of the street. "HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY!" Maybe the truck wouldn't stop? "HEYHEYHHEYHEYHEY!"
She dives out of the way at the last moment, but the truck brakes, slowing to a crawl. "Get out the road, you madman!"
The truck did not stop.
"Well, you're no fun."
She continues walking along the road, and about 20 minutes later, the truck passes her back, waving two fingers at her. What a rude man, what did I ever do to him, he's the one who didn't stop?
When she reached about 7 miles from the sign, 3 miles to the town, she found a huge pile of shop supplies, newspapers, everything a town of about 300 people would need to survive for a fortnight, the length of time she could tell from the newspapers. That's certainly odd, but she does stop to fill her stomach and grab a water bottle after giving them a scan and making sure they're not poisonous or otherwise inedible. A banana, and a jar of peanut butter, maybe not the best she can get from the unpreserved pile of detritus, but not bad and she'd been craving the salt. If on'y there'd been a jar of pickles...
Regardless, feeling better, and still with half the jar peanut butter, she reaches the town of Lannet and sets off into the surprisingly quiet streets.
Well, that pub looks open, a good a place as any to find out what's going on.