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trans_92012-03-11 08:05 pm
meat_mooks) wrote in trans_92012-03-11 08:05 pm
Survivalist Plot: All That Scarcity Promotes is Desperate Men and Tyrants
Day 3 and 4
The remaining hours of the night are tense and ugly, marred by the smell of blood and the complete distrust sewn by Bridge's death. When the sun finally rises, it feels as if the night's been far too long and yet their chance to rest was cruelly short.
The sun peeks over the horizon and onto the parched desert. In the bright sky, if one squints, it's possible to make out that lights are still flashing on the radio tower. The rest of the town is dead, as usual.
The remaining hours of the night are tense and ugly, marred by the smell of blood and the complete distrust sewn by Bridge's death. When the sun finally rises, it feels as if the night's been far too long and yet their chance to rest was cruelly short.
The sun peeks over the horizon and onto the parched desert. In the bright sky, if one squints, it's possible to make out that lights are still flashing on the radio tower. The rest of the town is dead, as usual.
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He searches for a bigger rock, one that'll pick up some nice speed as it's thrown, and steps back. "...On second thought, you may wan to duck."
That said, he lobs it as hard as he can.
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Once that's done, he hops into the driver's seat and reaches into the space of car under the steering wheel. It takes about twenty minutes, and even with Cedric on watch Howard's paranoid that they're about to be attacked, but finally he gets the engine running.
"Hop on in, man. Let's get the hell out of here."
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It ends up being a little of both. He settles in for the uneasy ride, hoping that maybe they have a chance.