Linc was startled a bit by the other man angrily get off his radcycle and snatch the chips out of his hands and opening it. Linc fell back on his feet (remember, he was on his knees) and looked at the aggravated man with a "[i]really?[/i]" kind of look. Linc ate a chip and savored every bite, then looked back of to the odd angry man, "Listen," Linc hoarsely began, "Don't go through this apocalypse like that." Lincoln tried to sound nice, yet didn't know if he was or not. "Dicks aren't liked much out here, but I guess you gotta to what you gotta do." Lincoln didn't like douchebags very much, mostly because everyone in an apocalyptic world is pretty much equal. Ignorant people get themselves killed.

Lincoln felt like he wasn't wanted. When he finished his bag of food, he stumbled up onto his feet. "Good day," Lincoln chided at Harry, then looked at T'Lora, "And thanks." Linc began walking back down the road with a barely filled stomach yet a satisfied mouth. Lincoln didn't know where he was going, so he stopped for a second. He turned back around, his arms loosely swinging, "Umm...where'd you come from?"

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