#decays.starter

I could see the outline of a house between the trees. Beside two small one-family houses were the remains of a possibly old factory and a house, which was used for the storage of golf caddies. It was spooky to see the old equipment, which once had to be a luxury property. I did not visit the tomb on this day, but spent several hours in the ghostly old golf town.

“You alright? you’re looking a little rough.” Jacob had noticed the other starting to walk a little bit further behind the group. “I have some water if you need some?” Jacob offered.

Charlie watched as the others rested. He got a few dirty looks as if to say he was part of the problem. A part of him wanted to confront them, to clear the air. However, Charles didn’t really care if people hated him for exposing the Roamers, or if they are upset that his group knew more than they were letting on. Everyone had to work together regardless of their past in Scottsdale. 

Samantha was not happy about having to try the leaders of the Roamers group, but they had crossed a line. A line that Tyler, a person who was part of her own group, crossed so easily. “I want...I want to have a funeral for them,” she said once they his people were gone. “We should have a funeral for them. They,” she paused, “They were strong and brave...and deserve a proper farewell.” 

Fox had lost his right to speak up ⸺ at least that is what he was told. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. He agreed that what his group was doing was...horrible if you still thought in black and white. However, Fox understood that the ‘new’ world, much like the old, had various shades of gray. He also understood that people were going to b outraged with him, Atty, and those who were involved with the whole let's eat people idea. Despite that, he spoke to someone close to him, “Do you know what the, uh, others have decided?” He hated having to ask around for information. 

“It’s like, Jesus Christ, this big fucking thing that is going on, and ... honestly, I don’t care. Maybe it’s on account of the things I’ve already been through ... maybe I’m just a jerk. I don’t know. All I know is that all this,” He paused as his hands made a gesture towards the surroundings, “Is not important to me. I just want to keep on living my life.”

“Jeez. Sorry, bud,” Ethan told the corpse as he angled it’s head. Wasn’t a person anymore, but regardless. Maybe the mass desensitization towards the bodies had contributed to the mess with the Roamers. Considering his field of work before the apocalypse, it wasn’t as though he was particularly disturbed by cadavers anyway. Despite that fact, though, it was just... It was all so wrong. Everything was wrong now. Wrong and exhausting. “Least it looks like you went out when all this started.”