[h1][b][center][color=darkorange]Jake Evanston[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr][center][hider=Jake Evanston]
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[/hider][/center][hr][sub][center]Interacting with : [@Wick][/center][/sub][hr]

	Jake was having a good dream. Short but good. Surrounded by meat of all different kinds at a dinner with all the people he cared about. The food was a background thing. He saw his parents, his uncle, and his closest friends. All the people he cared about that he didn't know if he'd ever see again. Then he started seeing people that had died ever since they were closed up in the bunker. There weren't very many of those. Then he saw those who'd been there and were now gone from the day they opened the doors. The last to join were those still living. It was a sweet dream. He had this dream every so often.

	Jake was awoken when he felt like he was being shaken. His eyes slowly opened to see Casey's face calling his name. Jake groaned as he sat up saying, [color=darkorange]"Ugh, my head hurts."[/color] He looked around trying to figure out what was going on. [color=darkorange]"What time is it?"[/color]