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He did know where he was going.
...Some handful of years ago anyway. It’s clear to him that the area has changed considerably since the last time he had roved the streets. It was disheartening to find that the depot they used to gather supplies was nothing more than a boarded up shell. Even the sign that proclaimed it’s closure was weathered.
And so he leads the two of them onward, his expression set in grim determination at finding a substitute.
“I’ll know what I’m looking for when I see it.” That ever present visor seems to glint under the remaining light at that precise moment.













