he wanted to stay put but for now, he figured he might as well try help out a little bit to repay some hospitality.
All he had to do, was find some tools and see if anything needed fixing.
him here, bit of a pain lingering on the left side of his face just under the eyepatch but that wasnโt uncommon these days.
Drawing a breath, he walked out of the place heโd been staying and cracked his back.
The Floridian Fisherman still wasnโt entirely sure whether or not โ
settle, not to sleep because that was an ill gotten luxury nowadays just to rest. His back up against the wall, sitting idly on the floor just to get out of the cold for a few hours before continuing to move.
He thought, it was a good place to restโฆ until he heard footsteps โ
The fisherman followed her to the bar, taking a seat beside her. When offered it, he took the glass of whiskey and lifted it to his mouth before setting it down.
At this point, Kenny was getting a bit too tired and too old to keep hiding away from the shit heโd been through. โ
Abby led them to the town bar. It had gotten pretty late, so there werenโt many people there. Just how Abby liked it. They each grabbed a seat at the end of the bar.
She didnโt want to pry into this manโs life, especially since she just met him, at gunpoint no less.
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Not that he had a habit of just spilling his secrets to every person he met.
The small talk made him chuckle a little a gruff rumble from behind the confines of a silvered beard.
โWell, it ainโt Georgia and it ainโt Florida but it ainโt too bad bit cold in the winters though โ
rear their ugly heads.
โTo be honest with ya it might be nice to get some shuteye. I donโt think Iโve slept properly inโฆ what months?โ
Yearsโฆ but thatโs neither here nor there.
โAlright then, shouldnโt be too hard to miss if theyโre as out in the open as youโre sayinโ.โ
He gave a firm nod, following after Riley with a firm step. His hands remained rested at his hips just in case he needed to pull his gun on any nasty surprises that might threaten toโ
โ Yessir , you'll be able to spot them , we don't exactly hide the outposts this far out , โ there are many , but they're more well hidden , secure , safe houses if you will for the travelling patrolman.
Riley adjusts the strap of his bag , gaze forward under the cowboy โ
โHavenโt made my way around to it yetโฆ I used to be pretty sweet on the heavy stuff but a lady I was with for awhile, Sarita. She was a Hindu, didnโt drink so I gave it up for a good long whileโฆ and I guess I was a bit uhโฆ hesitant to go back down that road but life keeps on โ
Abby smiled at Kenny, maybe Jackson wouldnโt be so bad after all. Hopefully he will stick around just a little longer.
โYou ever been to the Tipsy Bison? Theyโve got whiskey.โ She said with a smirk. The blonde has taken a real liking to brown liquor.
goinโ and it ainโt gettinโ any easier so to hell with it. Iโm old enough now where I can keep my damn head if needs be.โ
A drink, sounded pretty good all things considered with the amount of shit heโs had thrown at him. Not that heโs alone in that, because the world keeps โ
sister-in-law. Was supposed to just be a normal fuckinโ trip, take the boy up from Fort Lauderdale to see his aunt, let my wife catch up with her sister and then next thing we know, weโre livinโ in Georgia with biters at our heels every corner we turn.โ
โHellโฆ I donโt even think this shit is gonna right itself anymore. I did once but god damnโฆโ
Kenny grit his teeth, hands gripping the wheel for a moment before exhaling a breath.
โYโknow when all this shit started we were just cominโ back from Memphis vistinโ my โ
โYeah maybe youโre right.โ
Woods took a smoke looking at the window.
โWhat a fucking world we live in now. A world weโre undead fuckers are alive and trying to eat us.โ
Woods sat still took another smoke in.