It wasn't a restful night. It never is these days. But, quiet. The absence of noise is always a litle disconcerting thought Harmony.
Nick: "OK! Are we ready?" Harmony and Aston both nodded. Nick eased the door open and edged outside."Clear" he said.
All three knew of the place Aston had indicated might be a good place to hunker down. He had scouted it out for a 'visit' before it all went to hell. On the edge of town it gave an unrestricted view of the immediate area, for the most part at least. And they could re-enter the town for supplies, until they ran out or things spoiled.
They were quiet, skirting well wide of any Shells as they started calling them. Shells, because they had become shells of what they once were. It was as good as any other description. No doubt others, if there were any, had their own name for them. They arrived and took stock of what they were seeing. Some Shells, but not too many.
"What's the plan?" said Aston to Nick
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