Henry sighed. His boots were underneath the table attached to the booth he slept in. He was wearing an old Guns N Roses and, at the bottom he had on carpenter jeans that was held up by a nice leather belt. He took about ten sips of coffee, then returned to get his boots. They were half-knee and wide, good for dressing up in them and breathable. He put them on. Then, where his boots were his binoculars sat lopsided on the floor lopsided. It was his booth, so everything he owned lay nested there. He got the binoculars.

He checked north, south, east, and west. He took a minute or two to adjust the faculties of the handheld telescope. He looked over everything once or twice, ignoring what was going on around him. Then, he spliced back into the diner and considered that Krisana was right. He held onto the binoculars while he briefly spoke.

"I just checked. I think Krisana might be on to something. We haven't seen nothing, not a corpse or anything. I say because we don't have guns we should figure out how to move from here and get to the next camp and stock up. We can't stay here forever."