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[u][b]Time:[/b][/u] Morning
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Newnan
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Caesar[/center][hr]
Meghna barely managed to catch the tossed can, blinking down and staring at the label with a blank look on her face. A grimace made its way onto her face, and she suppressed any complaints she originally had. Seriously, with the amount of shit she was keeping in, she deserved an award. [color=f08080]"I might have some old biscuits in my bag if we get desperate."[/color] She tossed the can into her bag, shutting it carefully and shouldering the backpack. 

Meg took a look across their choices. It had to be reasonable: they were to find resources and hopefully people, they'd most likely need something big enough to fit an extra couple people including herself and Caesar, alongside their supplies and gathered weapons. Spying a dark blue pick up truck not too far from her, Meg grabbed the keys for it, swinging it around her index finger. [color=f08080]"Right there - we'll stuff our supplies and get moving soon."[/color] She said shortly, reaching the truck and opening the door. She slid inside and tossed her bag over her shoulder towards the back seat - not before taking out her map first.

[color=f08080]"Mind if you hold that? You can call me an idiot if I go the wrong way."[/color] She offered as she waited for Caesar to enter the truck. Franklin was approximately twenty to thirty miles towards the south-west. If things went perfectly, they would reach their destination in at least half hour and they would have the rest of the day to salvage supplies and look for any good survivors - but that would be only if lady luck was smiling upon them.

But this was the apocalypse, there was no such thing as a [i]smiling[/i] lady luck.