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Survivalist Plot: Our Tools and Our Reasons
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.
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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"Thanks." He feels like he should be grateful every time Howard does something for his sake, however small. The matches definitely count, enlightened self-interest or not.
Slipping the matches into a pocket, he turns to leave and hesitates. Something about what Howard said - that stupid, throwaway line about distress signals. It was true, and it was probably just meant to make him feel like there was no way that he could possibly do enough, but it makes him think.
"There is some way to send a distress signal," he adds, over his shoulder. "That's how we got here."
With all this concern over just surviving, he had almost forgotten that they were the rescue crew. Chances were that someone else coming in wouldn't fare any better and that Stacy wouldn't be able to pick them up - at least, not until they figured out what had happened to crash their shuttle and why they had no powers now. He's not quite sure where to go with that thought but it's there, the inkling that they might need to look out for something other than their immediate survival.
"I won't be gone long," he adds, which basically translates to, 'If I'm not back by sunrise, assume I'm dead.' It's time to get out of here before this shopping list gets any longer.