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[indent][sub][COLOR=0F9D76][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Kitchen, Holloway Residence[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=0F9D76][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] [I]Morning[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=0F9D76][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Kitaro [@Martian], Jason [@Force and Fury], Harper [@Days] + Survival Squad/Mulberry Gang[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=0F9D76][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5437981]Click Here[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent]
[indent][indent]By now, Holly had returned home with a fresh box of food from the Graves'. It wasn't necessarily a lot of food, but for the family of three it would get them through a few more weeks—provided Holly made sure to ration well.

[COLOR=C4A484]"Where did you get that?"[/color]

Holly paused, caught off-guard by her father's question. She figured he had to be done with his shower by then, but Holly didn't expect him to engage her in conversation. To hear her father speak felt foreign; a surprise to her ears. Nonetheless, Holly did not bother to look in his direction, and continued to place items away in the kitchen fridge. Although it was not his fault by any means, his presence was a continuous reminder of the overwhelming responsibility that had been dropped unto her lap—that she had to beg her friends to ensure food was still on the table.

[color=0F9D76]"The Graves."[/color] Holly replied, grabbing a jug of milk to put away. [color=0f9d76]"Lee helped me gather it all."[/color]

Once more, her father did not reply, opting to stay silent as he reached for the coffee pot. Holly wondered what had to be going through his head right now. They both missed her mother dearly, she knew that much, and would've given anything for her to be back in their lives. But things were already falling apart the moment her mother was put in the ground. She didn't have the time to mourn like her father did, she had been too busy balancing her schooling with the responsibilities of a full household.

And now there were zombies they had to deal with. The end of the world, where a neighborhood stroll could get you killed. Things just kept getting worse and worse, and it felt like her father didn't care in the slightest. She felt just as abandoned by her father as Huddeen had been abandoned by their absent rescuers.

As Holly placed the last items within the fridge, her silent bemoaning was suddenly interrupted by the ding of her iPhone. Then another ding. And another. Her phone went over and over, the messages seemingly endless and in rapid succession. She wasn't sure who it was blowing up, but given the times, Holly feared the worst. Was someone trying to get help? Lee was home alone, and Jason and the others hadn't yet responded to her earlier messages. Not wanting someone else to die, Holly shoved past her father and hastily grabbed her phone again to read her notifications.

Spare food from the Kimuras. Pasta from Jason. Leftover lasagna, rice and bread from the Sweetlakes. And something about a Survival Squad meeting, the Value household and snacks. Evidently, she had been getting worked up over nothing. There was no one in danger, rather, just a bunch of good news and Jason adding her to yet another group chat.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Holly typed in some responses to the flood of messages.

[hider=Message to Jason][img]https://i.imgur.com/JFduFng.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Message to Kit][img]https://i.imgur.com/GVbEVuW.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Message to Mulberry Gang][img]https://i.imgur.com/6bZnfOm.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Message to Survival Squad][img]https://i.imgur.com/r7Cal3m.png[/img][/hider][/indent][/indent]