[b]Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie/George[/b]

Tyler nodded and accepted the water graciously. "I was afraid of that," he said, as he opened one of the bottles and handed it to Katie. He whispered to her, "Take a few sips, but no more than that. It needs to last." It had been a hard trek North for Katie. Tyler had overestimated himself and his ability to find resources. It hurt his pride as both a survivor and as a father to admit that he hadn't provided his little girl with everything she needed. For the last few weeks, the world had felt stripped and polluted, unable to sustain life for much longer. He knew that it would be worse in the suburbs, but Tyler couldn't imagine what life awaited the future of mankind. He'd tried to put a stop to all that before, but now Tyler felt foolish for his actions.

He turned back to the man and let out a deep breath. "Thank you. If everything around here is picked clean, we'll just have to keep moving." If everything really was cleaned out, then either a lot of people had been through the area, or there was a group hoarding the supplies. Once the leader of that kind of group himself, Tyler knew it was unlikely they'd give either he or Katie a second thought. "Just one more question, have you seen many people in the area? Either just passing through, or... just, in the area?"