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[indent][sub][COLOR=orange][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] Agnew Residence; Living Room[/sub][sup][right][COLOR=orange][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] Early Morning[/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=orange][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] None[/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=orange][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] N/A[/right][/SUP][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=orange]“How’s your leg treating you, Ted?”[/color]

[color=tan]“Healing fine. I’ll be walking again soon.”[/color] The older man motioned to his leg, as he pressed he bent his knee. [color=tan]“Just wish I didn’t total the truck.”[/color]

Davey Graves stood in the living room of Theodore Agnew, who before the apocalypse, pretty much had given the stability he needed since he left high school. As an old school handyman Ted had basically worked in the greater Concord-Manchester Area for over fifty years. Through him Davey had learned various home repair skills that were probably going to be useful in the world to come. 

The younger man was a little worried about his mentor, though reality had been pretty kind all things considered. The car accident that broke the sixty-seven-year-old’s leg had been a little over a month ago, so nothing relating to the freak sickness that turned people rabid to be concerned about. Still, the old man was living alone with his granddaughter, Jenny, who herself had just turned fourteen. Even with all of Ted’s guns mounted on the wall, Davey couldn’t shake being worried about them and the people that lived away from Mulberry Street.

[color=orange]“Could be worse.”[/color]

The old man snorted, [color=tan]“Could be better.”[/color]

[color=E0B0FF]“We’ll come check on you in a few days. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We need you alive.”[/color]

The two men looked over to the left, where Davey’s mother, Lorrie, had finished putting away the supplies with help from Jenny. With box in hand, Davey knew it was time to get back home.

[color=orange]“Right.”[/color] Davey commented as the two Graves' family members made their way through the house's front door. [color=orange]“We heading straight back?”[/color]

His mom shook her head as she tossed the box in the back of the 2013 Toyota Tacoma. [color=E0B0FF]“I want to stop by the gas station, get anything else we need.”[/color]

[color=orange]“Think it's been hit since last time?”[/color]

[color=E0B0FF]“Might be. We only chained up the doors. Anyone with a pair of bolt cutters could get in. And that’s not even talking about the tanks.”[/color] She remarked as the two entered the Tacoma. [color=E0B0FF]“I hope not. We need the gas reserves to last as long as possible. But we aren’t the only survivors out there.”[/color]

Lorrie turned the key and with that they hit the road.

The buzzing of Davey’s phone caught his attention, particularly of a group chat Jason had decided to make. He scrolled through, wondering what exactly the kid was thinking trying to cut out the people who had been doing the bulk of the work keeping the community alive in the last two weeks. He sighed, putting the phone away.

[color=E0B0FF]“What’s up?”[/color]

Davey shook his head, laughing. [color=orange]“Jason thinks he’s in charge.”[/color]

[color=E0B0FF]“Oh does he now?”[/color] Lorrie’s expression didn’t change as she turned down another road, keeping her eyes in front, [color=E0B0FF]“That’s interesting. What does our [i]leader[/i] think we should do?”[/color]

Part of Davey wished he didn’t mention it off-hand, but his experience trying to lie to his mother always backfired in the past, so he didn’t even bother trying to change the subject. Not like he cared one bit about any of it. In the end, they were going to be a while at the gas station his mother worked at regardless… 
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