Autumn
Popcorn Connoisseur
Madi was distracted, looking at Cam, but she twirled around quickly at the sound of running water. A bright smile broke out on her face. "I can't believe it," she said happily, trying to restrain herself from jumping up and down. Even Cam seemed to brighten at the sight. Madi nodded. "That sounds great. It's been a while since we had any actual food," she said, trying to think of the last time they actually cooked. Trying to push Dayes from her mind, Madi busied herself with trying to clean the new pots and pans from the back. "What should we make?" she asked, looking to Jo. She was fine when she had a recipe to follow but she couldn't just look at a pile of ingredients and think of something to make.
Jo, though she looked nothing like her mother, still made her feel safe like she was with her. Madi, in her subconscious, knew that she shouldn't get so attached to people that quickly. She couldn't really help that right now, though.
Cam was slowly growing to like Jo. She was nice and happy and didn't have sarcastic tendencies like Dayes did. Not that Cam would have wished Dayes' fate on anyone: Jo was just a better fit for the two of them. They were young and in need of some guidance. Cam wandered over to the window and watched the street. There were a few walkers limping around. There was really no escaping them.
Cam had never been to the town before but he could almost see what it was like once before: perhaps a few people walking the sidewalk and cars driving by. It was a cleaner town then, of course. He started blockading the door, getting ready for the night. Maybe they could have a peaceful night tonight. That would be the first time in a while. They hadn't gotten to stay anywhere this safe in a long time. "It'll be nice to stay somewhere safe for a while. We could have a pretty nice set-up if we scavenge a bit. I might go out and look through the buildings across the road," he said, looking towards his companions. Madi looked at him, worry in her eyes, but simply nodded.
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River, standing by the fire, heard the boy making noises in his sleep. Her blue eyes were trained on the tent as she carefully poured some of the make-shift soup in a bowl for their visitor. She stepped to the tent, carefully opening it and peeking in, blonde hair falling over her shoulder. She smiled at the sight of the boy sitting up. His head was on his knees but he was awake at least. "You should get more sleep. You look positively exhausted," River said, stepping into the small tent and sitting next to the boy, holding the bowl in her palms. "Hungry?" she asked, a slight accent evident in her voice as she offered the bowl to the boy.
An idea suddenly struck her and she tilted her head, looking at him, a but confused. "Why were you here?" she questioned, eyebrows knitting together. Her blue eyes stayed focused on him. Had he followed her or just stumbled upon their camp? What did he want? To rob them? Or did he actually want help? River frowned. She was generally suspicious of people and their motives but she still liked to help. River was fascinated by this guy: he was the first live person she had seen since her and her father left.
As if summoned by her thoughts, her father poked his head in the tent, looking at River before turning his attention towards the boy. "Ah, you're up. Good," was all her muttered before withdrawing. He walked to the fire where a pot of water sat on the ground. He had collected quite a bit from a nearby stream. They wouldn't be staying here any longer than the night so they needed to get what they could. His aged face stared at the fire as he held the pot, trying to get the water to boil. He noticed a soup-like substance in two metal cups and picked one up, taking a sip. It was bland but warm dinner wasn't something they normally got. Rich didn't like the idea of this boy: he felt like he was trouble. He wouldn't allow him to go along if he posed a threat. Rich's concern was his daughter and that was it. Rich glared at the tent before removing the boiling water from the fire and pouring it into the canteens and bottles.
Jo, though she looked nothing like her mother, still made her feel safe like she was with her. Madi, in her subconscious, knew that she shouldn't get so attached to people that quickly. She couldn't really help that right now, though.
Cam was slowly growing to like Jo. She was nice and happy and didn't have sarcastic tendencies like Dayes did. Not that Cam would have wished Dayes' fate on anyone: Jo was just a better fit for the two of them. They were young and in need of some guidance. Cam wandered over to the window and watched the street. There were a few walkers limping around. There was really no escaping them.
Cam had never been to the town before but he could almost see what it was like once before: perhaps a few people walking the sidewalk and cars driving by. It was a cleaner town then, of course. He started blockading the door, getting ready for the night. Maybe they could have a peaceful night tonight. That would be the first time in a while. They hadn't gotten to stay anywhere this safe in a long time. "It'll be nice to stay somewhere safe for a while. We could have a pretty nice set-up if we scavenge a bit. I might go out and look through the buildings across the road," he said, looking towards his companions. Madi looked at him, worry in her eyes, but simply nodded.
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River, standing by the fire, heard the boy making noises in his sleep. Her blue eyes were trained on the tent as she carefully poured some of the make-shift soup in a bowl for their visitor. She stepped to the tent, carefully opening it and peeking in, blonde hair falling over her shoulder. She smiled at the sight of the boy sitting up. His head was on his knees but he was awake at least. "You should get more sleep. You look positively exhausted," River said, stepping into the small tent and sitting next to the boy, holding the bowl in her palms. "Hungry?" she asked, a slight accent evident in her voice as she offered the bowl to the boy.
An idea suddenly struck her and she tilted her head, looking at him, a but confused. "Why were you here?" she questioned, eyebrows knitting together. Her blue eyes stayed focused on him. Had he followed her or just stumbled upon their camp? What did he want? To rob them? Or did he actually want help? River frowned. She was generally suspicious of people and their motives but she still liked to help. River was fascinated by this guy: he was the first live person she had seen since her and her father left.
As if summoned by her thoughts, her father poked his head in the tent, looking at River before turning his attention towards the boy. "Ah, you're up. Good," was all her muttered before withdrawing. He walked to the fire where a pot of water sat on the ground. He had collected quite a bit from a nearby stream. They wouldn't be staying here any longer than the night so they needed to get what they could. His aged face stared at the fire as he held the pot, trying to get the water to boil. He noticed a soup-like substance in two metal cups and picked one up, taking a sip. It was bland but warm dinner wasn't something they normally got. Rich didn't like the idea of this boy: he felt like he was trouble. He wouldn't allow him to go along if he posed a threat. Rich's concern was his daughter and that was it. Rich glared at the tent before removing the boiling water from the fire and pouring it into the canteens and bottles.