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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]By the time Damien mentioned their two options getting to the camp Jenn had finished grabbing a few clean rags and strong proof alcohol for the road. 

She had thought about the question a lot—though she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t mentioned it when they began looting and discussing things in the tavern in the first place. Maybe it was for everyone to get their bearings, case the building, and determine answers to other questions. The smartest choice was obviously to take their time, see what they could pilfer from buildings on the way to the camp instead of doubling the pace and just making for the bridge that led across the river and to Route 65. The sooner they arrived, the more supplies were going to be left, and the more chances people were going to meet up with their families.

But there was the risk of stumbling into the infected.

[color=8E75B2]“Well, the best idea would be moving carefully out of the town, but I know we want to move fast.”[/color]

Jenn sighed as she looked to Daniel and then to Damien. Of all of them, Percy definitely had his own needs and while she couldn’t relate, she understood the agency of the situation. He wanted to find his kid. She wasn't sure about the other two, but they probably had friends and family they might've been looking for as well, but she hadn't exactly gotten their life stories yet.

[color=8E75B2]“Right. Well, we can’t go off sprinting down Main Street either way.”[/color]

The blonde-haired woman moved toward a clear countertop, grabbing some of the food Damien had made before she continued on her point. She plopped her backpack on the counter, removing an old road map from her belongings—probably the most useful item she had held onto during the current crisis. As she moved the map to their general area she began to point toward Rushford, or particularly the part of Rushford they were in.

[color=8E75B2]“We’re here.”[/color] She said, after swallowing a mouthful of food. [color=8E75B2]“We want to head south, across the river. Once we cross a bridge connecting to Route 65, it’s a pretty fair walk. We can get there in a few hours. Give or take. The fastest and [i]safest[/i] route would be going through these backroads. If we’re lucky the bridge isn’t uncrossable. If it is, well, then we’ll need to go to the next one. Any questions?”[/color]






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