[[Feel free to start ARRRPEEE-ING.]]
Lewis opened up the front door, taking off the damp-shirt he has acting as a makeshift mask.
"Front yard is cleared out, no corpses, trash, and all the ash I could sweep away before it started layering back on.", he tossed the shirt into a nearby booth and started dusting all the ash out of his hair and face.
"And yes. I checked the cars, nothing in them, someone must've already looted them before we were here." He sat at the bar, and sniffed a stale flask of whiskey, grimaced, then shrugged as he chugged down the week old booze.
"*cough* Ugh. *clears throat* So, does anyone have an actual plan though? We can secure and fortify this place all we want, but once the food runs out, its over, we're going to have to move on unless we resort to robbing people."
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