#coincount

There are other details out across the town, she knows. Some are walking the perimeter. Some are stationed at the community checkpoints. Some are out patrolling further into the island. ( Those are her favorite shifts. ) But, mostly, they all find themselves uneventful. The perks of being on an island, she supposes. It severely limits the number of infected they have to handle.

The number of non-infected, too. Boats aren’t exactly plentiful anymore.

Glancing down at her watch, Trish notes the time before lifting binoculars back to her eyes and turning to look out over the coast and then the ocean beyond. It’s humbling, really, when she thinks about it. All that blue. Peaceful. She wonders if the ocean knows what’s happened-- how thoroughly humanity has ruined itself-- how--

Wait.

“What?”

Every muscle in her body is suddenly tense-- every nerve-ending alight. Anticipation beats quickly in her chest, and she leans forward, refocusing and--

“Holy shit.” She can’t believe it. “Boat.” Then, voice raised. “Boat!”

Just there, up the coast at the next small jutting of empty shoreline outside town. A boat. A person. 

Setting the binoculars down, Trish hurries back inside and down the stairs as quickly as possible. They need a team. They need to know what’s going on, and who’s out there.

Ellie stifled a yawn as the older man stood in front of the small crowd that surrounded her. She tried not to shiver too badly in the early morning chill. She breathed some warmth against her hands and rubbed them together.

The older man made his rounds, pairing people up with one another and giving them their areas to patrol. She could hear him speaking. “Joel, you’re with Tommy. Susan, you’ve got Earl. Ellie,” he looked around. She raised her hand. “Ah,” he said, “You’re with Abby. You two have the old hunting lodge south of here. Shouldn’t be too bad. Hasn’t been the last few times.”

lips  curl  into  a  warm  smile  as  the  woman  turns  to  face  her,  taking  no  time  to  present  the  quarter  now  held  between  two  fingers.            ❝      i  remember  manny  talking  about  your  coin  collection,  and  i  found  this  the  other  day.  not  sure  if  you  have  this  one  already,  but  i  figured  ...      ❞       /   @coincount​

Owen finished his last set of chin-ups on the salmon ladder before grunting and letting his feet hit the floor. He turned to Abby (who’d been watching him from an adjacent bench) with a grin plastered across his face. Sweat was dripping from his brow and his tank was soaked through. “Ha, I got a full thirty this time. Can you top that, Abs...?” They frequently worked out together at the gym whenever they weren’t out on runs for Isaac and a competitiveness had developed between them ever since Abby began her training. She was bulking up fast, adhering to a diet that he helped her put together and she was - for the lack of a better word - impressive. “Need a boost up?” he asked teasingly, reaching for a towel to wipe his face.