The problem keeps getting bigger.
We've come a long way-six hundred miles on foot through an army of gelatinous abominations. But the Briar Patch extends all the way to the Rockies now, which means safety is still half a continent away.
We're not alone. Undaunted bands of survivors continue to build walls and fortify barricades, convinced that the Briar Patch can be tamed. They're wrong, of course. The bogeymen that have overrun Ohio cannot be held at bay with locked doors. Staying alive in the Briar Patch means getting out of the way.
There are others with more ambitious plans. They created the Honey Pot not just to contain the tarbabies, but to obliterate them. I'm not sure how that's supposed to work, but they seem to know a lot more about the creatures than the rest of us. I hope they do, anyway.
Because it looks to me like the Honey Pot is growing restless.