Daniel is looking at a map of the Great Lakes area, from Michigan to Minnesota, with Chicago smack in the middle. His eyes are narrowed in what appears to be deep thought, but could be just a mild astigmatism. It's constant excitement, here in post-apocalyptic Chicago.

His hands are chapped from the cold, and he has dirt under his fingernails.

Daniel is there at the Wasteland!

Oddly enough, he smells like garlic.

He is not however, carrying holy water or a cross.

Preston's - not fretting, exactly. Thinking, mostly, and scratching his newly-shaved chin absently as he sits in front of the Wasteland and watches people go by.

In the next day or so, he should go to Claire and tell her what he's decided. He wants to talk to a few more people first, though, if he can.

Beth has a Day Off. Two per week, to keep up with pre-apocalypse labor laws.

She is in jeans! And a tank top! And in no way looks like a hooker!

Grinning, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and settles down at a table to people watch.

Preston ambles into the Wasteland and slings his backpack onto his seat ( Read more... )

Yeah, about that rain. Daniel did not ride the horse into town, or bring an umbrella, raincoat, or much of anything but himself ( Read more... )

Snapping her umbrella closed, Claire shakes out the rain and glances around the Wasteland.

She doesn't look tired at all, but there's an edge to her, revealed only in the length of her skirt - knee length - and the buttons her blouse. Who knew being a Madam would be harder than being an evil mastermind apocalyptic businessman ( Read more... )

Daniel had kicked himself out of the house before Anna could, earlier in the day. He spent some time at the shelter, and roaming the streets, before parking himself a few blocks down from the Wasteland. Hey, thirty degrees is practically balmy in comparison.

The horse is at home. She was grouchy.

Anna slips through the door of the Wasteland carrying a tote bag ( Read more... )

Salah has papers spread out across one of the tables in the Wasteland. He is writing notes to himself as he flips through several different books with titles like "Fables of..." and "Tall Tales of the ( Read more... )