Survivalist Plot: Our Tools and Our Reasons

[meat_mooks]

End of Day Two

If there were any signs of life at all, it could be said that the town is now sleeping. After a blistering day in the sun, the cool of night may be a welcome relief - at least, in terms of temperature. The knowledge that the crews foes are out there, now hidden under the cover of darkness, will be decidedly less comforting.

On the south end of the city, a series of red signal flares goes up, signaling that at least one crewmember has found safety out there. Howard waits across the street with binoculars, ready to hail anyone he sees down.

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HOWARD

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

For the most part, Howard's more withdrawn than usual. Now more than ever, he's feeling the pressure of knowing that anyone else here is just another person consuming resources they can't afford to spread thin. Or any resources at all, really - they're going to stay quiet for the night and then find something, anything in the morning,and Howard and Diana haven't mentioned the small diaper bag of granola bars, honey, mayonnaise and apple juice.

He's mostly been avoiding Cedric's eyes. All he gave Cedric upon his return was "he didn't bring food with him, did he?" before cold shouldering him. This is only slightly less friendly than how he's been treating everyone else, aside from trying to treat the girl's injuries (with the ulterior motive of getting her to shut the fuck up).

He lays in the sleeping bag with his flashlight, editing the map he's drawn in his notebook with the information they've gotten from everyone else while he takes tonight's watch duty.