Alan stared suspiciously at Church. It was incredibly out of character for him to offer help to anyone, for anything... still, now wasn't the time to
be picky. Church was offering his help, and Alan didn't want to venture into the collapsing world alone.
"I'll go too, sweety." Carol said, emerging from the kitchen. "I wouldn't want any of you going by yourselves. I didn't know Sandra was leaving... I
just thought she had an errand to run..."
"Why would you think that?" Alan asked her straightly.
Carol looked down, appearing nervous.
"I r-ran into her outside, when Jackson..." She began, her voice cracking. She gulped, then continued. "I ran into her this morning... early this
morning. She said she had something to do, but I..."
"Damn her." Alan swore under his breath. "Damn
her! Going out into the apocalypse by herself! Blasted moron!"
Carol stared at Alan, seeming concerned.
"Funny how that works." Another voice joined in.
Alan turned his head just in time to see Angus stepping out of the armory.
"How'd you get in there?!" Alan asked him, flabbergasted.
"I helped build this place, kid... comes with privileges." Angus replied smugly, smirking, placing a particularly large rifle on his shoulder. "So
when are we heading out?"
Alan stared speechlessly at him, then at Carol, then Church.
"What about you, Marcus?"
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