Sometime over the course of the night the slow drizzle had subsided to a light sprinkle which was by morning mostly gone. The clouds moved out and the sun came out in full force, beginning its job of burning off the water from the ground. Just one more day on a planet already four and a half-billion years old.After nearly three days Trish and the boys had begun to settle in at Mitchell's, enjoying the routine of hot meals and a warm, dry place to sleep. The boys had grown particularly fond of daily candy bars after dinner. Ed couldn't blame them; they wanted what all little boys wanted. The fact that they'd ever been denied these things seemed an unparalleled injustice.Ed knew, however, that complacency bred carelessness. Safety was an illusion. That's why their things were always packed and ready should they need to escape. They watched the aisles of the warehouse carefully at all times. In the pre-virus world nothing had been certain; this was even more true in the post-virus world.Eventually they would have to leave this place as they'd left the RV.
