[center][table][row][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/0f9f01fcdadb84f045de7d61281441f0/5bbab4d8bbfead64-8c/s540x810/a774579886b53da15e272e8406c79d32490759f7.gifv[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://i.postimg.cc/zvVRqkK2/ezgif-797a2122134c6179.gif[/img][/cell][cell][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/e1c1c557dccbf48f7524c6bfd6890053/5bbab4d8bbfead64-f4/s540x810/8c525bdcdd182d8afcdad391122b60d9528259ee.gifv[/img][/cell][/row][/table][/center][center][right][color=gray][sub][color=ED1C24][b]Location[/b][/color] [color=white]—[/color] [i]Pines Holler, June 27th[/i][/sub][/color][/right][/center][center][color=ED1C24]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][indent]The summer humidity beamed down upon from the sky. It had ramped upwards, growing in intensity with each passing hour. 

Suzanna could feel the warmth against the fabric of her waders as she stood in the middle of a secluded pond and casting away at the water. It didn't bother her much as might've others. Heat—or cold, for that matter—were simply a variable to suffer through or use to her benefit. If she wanted to eat, her livelihood required it. Letting a day go because a "little heat" meant less food, and sometimes money, barters and other such things, on the table. 

And so, Suzanna found herself fishing on a day like this, where the denizens of Pines Holler floundered from the lack of a functioning electricity grid as much as fish did on land. 

Reeling in her cast, Suzanna glanced upwards at the sky. It must've been four, perhaps five hours since she had been out here. It was easy to lose track of time out in the wilderness. She didn't mind it. Being out here, in the forests or elsewhere, had a quaint feeling she grew attached to. But as picturesque her surroundings were, there were still things that needed done and dealt with. Overdue bills. Sorting through her grandfather's belongings. The list seemed endless.

Suzanna walked back to the edge of the lake, pole in-hand. She reached for an old, ratty cooler, freshly filled with water from the pond, and opened it. Good. The fish inside seemed fine. At least fine enough for to be considered edible. Stressed meat never tasted well, her grandfather had taught her.

Picking up the cooler, Suzanna began to hike back through the forest. Twigs crunched under the worn, rubberized wader boots. Various birds chirped in the nearby trees. After a few minutes of walking, Suzanna entered a clearing that led to a dusty, dirt road that she had left the rust bucket she called a truck parked on.

She opened the door to the truck, and slid the cooler onto the passenger seat along with the pole. Climbing inside, Suzanna cranked the truck hard. The engine sputtered like a cough before it developed a loud roar, whirling life back into its components. It sounded like total shit, even to a non-mechanic such as herself, but she was thankful it still worked.

Checking her mirrors, Suzanna turned back on the road from the easement and headed back to town. She wondered if Clark's was open by now, having needed to grab a few things before the day grew any longer. She figured they must've been, but with the current black out, there was no way to say for certain.[/indent]