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[h3] Axel Sweetlake [/h3]
[indent][sub][COLOR=5DADE2][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Garden & Kitchen, Sweetlake Residence[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=5DADE2][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] [I]Early Morning[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=5DADE2][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=5DADE2][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/right][/SUP][/indent]
[indent][indent]Axel snipped off the white flower that had bloomed on his fathers' basil plant. While pretty, the white flower ensures the plant puts all its energy into the flower, and not into the tasteful but less pretty leaves. Axel scoffed a little at the irony of that as he stood up and put the flower in the basket that held other collected produce. He could still use it, though. This small garden at the Sweetlake home was a pride and joy of Axel's father, Paul, and Axel had promised to take care of it while he was off to visit a relative of theirs. Part of it was covered by a glass greenhouse, to grow the more sensitive fruit and vegetables. While expansive and diverse, this garden did not serve to supply the cafe and it would not serve to feed those around them right now. Just in case though, Axel had planted a little bit more than regular. And the beginnings of some zucchini already formed at the edge of the greenhouse.

The young cook entered the house from the back, closing the backdoor behind him and ensuring it was fully locked. A makeshift beam was lowered across the doorway and locked in place before he picked up his basket again and headed towards the kitchen. A myriad of things was going through Axel's head as he kneaded the dough he so carefully made for bread. He had been making some bread since early morning, as he could not sleep anymore after the loud crash in the middle of the night. Axel could swear the sounds of the undead outside had picked up a notch. So he spent the rest of the night keeping watch from his window. 

That didn't do him much good though, as the lack of sleep and the uptick of stress was doing their work on his blood sugar. Axel blinked away the dry eyes as he continued kneading. A flashback played in his head, a zombie ripping into his sous-chef when they were at the market for fresh produce. The chaos. The blood. It played in his mind like a movie. He had not told Harper of the things he saw, or the thing he'd had to do, to get back here to her.

The smell of bread filled the kitchen, from the previous loaf that was in the oven. Axel could bless the gods for the fact that they still had electricity and water. Despite having an emergency generator, Axel wasn't so sure how long that would last them once they electricity cuts out and the water runs dry. 

[color=5DADE2]"No.."[/color] the young man said as he shook his head. He would not let doom scenarios in his head today. He needed to be strong, and he needed to provide. 

Through the window, he saw Delaney, his nurse practitioner, walking past his house. He caught himself with a mouth corner up in a smile before it faltered because his brain reminded him why he knew her and that he'd probably needed to go see her soon. Ask for advice. Because, while his diabetes was manageable for now, he was..scared for the future.

Axel opened the oven and the smell of fresh bread filled the house.   
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[h3] Harper Sweetlake [/h3]
[indent][sub][COLOR=F7DC6F][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Harper's bedroom, Sweetlake residence[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=F7DC6F][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] [I]Early Morning[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=F7DC6F][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Kit Kimura [@Martian][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=F7DC6F][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/right][/SUP][/indent]
[indent][indent]Harper was sitting on the window seat in her room. The seat is situated below the gabled roof of her house. Her window, 2 stories above the garage, looks out over the street. From 1 story below, she could smell the fresh bread her brother was making. It made her stomach rumble but her mouth turn to a smile.

Harper was noting down a log. She decided to keep a log every since [i]it[/i] happened. What day it is, what happened, etc. In a way, it helps to keep her distracted and gives her something to do. In the back of her mind, it's because they may not make it, and she wants her father to know that they tried. 

[color=F7DC6F]"A very loud crash happened in the middle of the night. I don't know what it was, but it seems to have woken up the Zombs a bit more."[/color] She said out loud as she wrote. Another wave of the smell of bread, and a little bit of herbs, wafted up from below and another rumble cut the silence in her room. Harper was beyond grateful for her brother, and the first thing that came to his mind was to run back home to her. Confused, she kept the door locked as she tried to make sense of panicked tweets, group messages and calls. All she wanted was her brother. To know that he was safe. And she was worried about her friends, from school and her fellow servers. But all her worries fell as soon as she saw her brother burst through the front door. He looked.. he didn't look right, then. Harper didn't dare ask and hasn't since. She knows something is troubling him, that's for sure. 

Harper put her notebook on the seat and stood to walk to her desk. There, she took a sip from her water bottle as her eyes roamed her the wooden furniture. Things that seemed so important a few weeks ago, were entirely unimportant now. Uni notebooks, itinerary, work schedule etc. On the left of her desk, her hearing aid lay dormant. She only has one more battery, so she was saving it until she needed it. Needed it more than now. She was thinking she should probably ask around if anyone has hearing aid batteries, maybe left behind from a grandparent or something. 

Waterbottle in hand, Harper walked back up to her seat, looking out the window to the street again. She could see the Kimura's house in front of her. Holly's, Lee's, old Carlos's place and some more. She found herself checking all these houses every morning. Looking for signs that they're still there, that they are safe. 

In front of her house, she caught a familiar bundle of hair on top of a familiar frame. [color=F7DC6F]"Kit.."[/color] she said to herself. An employee of their restaurant. Her across-the-street neighbour. Back from his morning jog, presumably. The way he walked seemed almost... frustrated, like when a customer was really rude. Her eyes quickly darted the streets, to check if he was not in danger. Then, not really thinking, Harper raised her hand to the glass and tapped it to get his attention.

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