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[INDENT][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=8E75B2][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub]
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[color=gray]Jenn laughed at the mention of Jason and considered a response until Daniel returned to the counter from the bathrooms. Apparently he had found some medical supplies, which was good because all she had in her backpack was some painkillers and her personal prescription of quetiapine.

[color=8E75B2]“Good job.”[/color]

Outside of finding food that wouldn’t go bad on the trail, they were off to an alright start. Though, they could use some other things that were probably in the utility closet—if they hadn’t been already plundered in the panic. A flashlight and batteries would be useful once everyone’s phones went dead. Old rags could create molotovs or simple help for putting pressure on a wound. If the stoves in the kitchen still had working gas a decent meal or two could’ve been made as well, though Jenn was no cook. She could barely make ramen work. She was a certified kitchen disaster, which was one of the reasons she often lived on take-out, tv dinners, and bad dates.

She moved over to the tables in the bar, looking over anything that looked useful, checking in-between the booths. She was thorough, like an agent trying to comb a room for clues leading to a criminals location. However, unlike her time chasing down America's Most Wanted, all she could find was a few coins. 

[color=8E75B2]“If the stove still works, we should try to cook something. Before we leave. It’d be an easier hike if our stomachs aren’t empty.”[/color]








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