[center][h2]Cal Redwood[/h2][/center]
[center]Morning Routine[/center]

Another day, another morning, Cal thought as he could feel the morning sun on his face, and he lay in bed on the second floor of the old plantation. Alerting him that the sun had come up, he lazily opened his eyes and slowly got up from his bed. He was careful not to wake up  Matt or Thomas, the other two who were still sleeping in his room. While he did miss sleeping alone and did not have to worry about waking anyone up. Not being cramped in a barracks was as nice, and the quality of the beds was certainly better than the ones he had on the road. 

So after getting up and carefully getting his clothes and putting them on, Cal quietly left his room and started to stretch. It was a part of his morning routine, and once he felt like it was enough. He headed downstairs and to where he kept his drones. 

It is a good thing they do not take up much room and are lightweight, or there might be a problem. Either way, he did what he always does. Check to see that they are still working and fully charged. It is a quick but careful step since no one touches them, and he keeps them functional since finding and repairing them. But, as always, his two drones still work and are fully charged. 

This is not surprising considering the care he provides for them since they represent the main useful thing about him. Being an aerospace engineer was cool and worthwhile to him. It does not really have much use in surviving an empty world. While drones are useful, they are limited by the need for electricity. Each one has only twenty minutes of power before they need to recharge, and with no electricity in the plantation. That means whenever he uses them, it is precious power he cannot get back, and he would feel even more useless with depower drones. 

Once he was done with his inspection of the drones, Cal did the next thing in his routine. Getting something to eat, he walked over to the kitchen.                                  

Cal did not see anyone in the kitchen. He did see that someone had left some food on the counter. His eyes went for the instant oatmeal, and it was a done deal. It only took a minute to make the oatmeal, and he took a spot at a nearby table and started eating. He tolerated the taste, but it tasted better than some of the other old canned foods that they had. Still, a good morning so far.