Stormee Fae
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Once everyone was safely, I'll be it uncomfortably, nestled in Sadee's truck, she looked back at her caravan and spoke, "I hope y'all like Montgomery Gentry." as she hooked in her iPod classic to the auxilery cord hooked up to the fairly new stereo system installed in the truck. She plugged in the iPod to the car charger and did a U-turn and headed back the way she'd came, "I don't remember if I introduced myself to all of you." Sadee said leaning back so that even Flynn in the bed of the truck (which had a plastic, detachable canopy over it, sleeping bags, a cooler, lanterns, batteries, a portable fire pit, a small camping grill, and other useful camping items in it) could hear her through the open back sliding window, "My name's Sadee, I'm from Brunswick, GA headed up to Boston. How about y'all?" She looked briefly back to William crammed onto a jumper seat in the back with all her gear, car batteries, and more, "Tell me when to turn." She didn't know where his truck was, but having a caravan would be nice, more supplies if one breaks down, and she was damn sure it wasn't going to be her truck! Sure, the newer Fords were plastic pieces of shit but not her solid steal 1978. She was surely convinced it was going to run forever, especially thanks to her nana and papa's mechanical skills. Suddenly, a moving figure she was driving toward caught her eye. It didn't move like an infected. They actually tended not to move much at all until a stimulus drew them. This was an apparently normal human, walking forward with a goal and a purpose. Sadee pulled up the truck next to him and wound down the driver's window trying to get a better look at the man. Was everyone heading up to Boston? It was one of the last camps she had heard of before the Silence, perhaps others had hopes for the place as well, "Hey there... need anything?" she asked. She would feel bad if she kept driving without at least checking if the man was alright. It would be wrong.
What the truck looks like except green and rusty and a small space for side jumper seats behind bench (not extended cab though).
Here's similar to how the truck looks from the front
Once everyone was safely, I'll be it uncomfortably, nestled in Sadee's truck, she looked back at her caravan and spoke, "I hope y'all like Montgomery Gentry." as she hooked in her iPod classic to the auxilery cord hooked up to the fairly new stereo system installed in the truck. She plugged in the iPod to the car charger and did a U-turn and headed back the way she'd came, "I don't remember if I introduced myself to all of you." Sadee said leaning back so that even Flynn in the bed of the truck (which had a plastic, detachable canopy over it, sleeping bags, a cooler, lanterns, batteries, a portable fire pit, a small camping grill, and other useful camping items in it) could hear her through the open back sliding window, "My name's Sadee, I'm from Brunswick, GA headed up to Boston. How about y'all?" She looked briefly back to William crammed onto a jumper seat in the back with all her gear, car batteries, and more, "Tell me when to turn." She didn't know where his truck was, but having a caravan would be nice, more supplies if one breaks down, and she was damn sure it wasn't going to be her truck! Sure, the newer Fords were plastic pieces of shit but not her solid steal 1978. She was surely convinced it was going to run forever, especially thanks to her nana and papa's mechanical skills. Suddenly, a moving figure she was driving toward caught her eye. It didn't move like an infected. They actually tended not to move much at all until a stimulus drew them. This was an apparently normal human, walking forward with a goal and a purpose. Sadee pulled up the truck next to him and wound down the driver's window trying to get a better look at the man. Was everyone heading up to Boston? It was one of the last camps she had heard of before the Silence, perhaps others had hopes for the place as well, "Hey there... need anything?" she asked. She would feel bad if she kept driving without at least checking if the man was alright. It would be wrong.
What the truck looks like except green and rusty and a small space for side jumper seats behind bench (not extended cab though).
Here's similar to how the truck looks from the front