The package was unusual. Most deliveries prior to this one had been inorganic, or at least fossilised. Fresh fish? That was an extravagant request in a time when logistics was life-and-death; the last restaurant a bombed-out husk ruled by angry, horrifying ghosts. But Heartman, the serial heart attack sufferer living on a heart-shaped lake in the heart of Death Stranding’s mountainous region, is an extravagant man. And so I wedged the case flat between the folded ladders and climbing anchors on my back, placed my feet flat against the ground, strongly pushed up from my knees and off I went.
Freeways are a communal project and source of personal pride.