Thomas was doing what he did best, tinkering. There wasn’t much that had kept his interest before the end of the world as he knew it, but he was lucky to still have shitty cars in need of repair to keep his attention. Shitty cars and the few cigarettes he could scrounge together here and there. He looked up through sweat dampened hair and quirked a brow at the individual coming his way, pulling out his crushed pack of cigarettes and placing one in his mouth. “Can I help ya?”
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