#jesse:open

[ambercast]

event: flower festival where: main street who: open

Jesse had reservations about coming to the festival, but once he arrived, he was glad he came. It was beautiful, for one, and it was uplifting to see all the people that had survived. He admired their strength. He hadn't given them enough credit, he realized.

Sitting on a bench as he people-watched, he took a bite of the tart in his hand, quickly lifting his hand to catch the crumbs that fell, a blob of cream dropping onto his shirt. He looked down at it in dismay. He'd worn his one nice button-down to this. Glancing around for a napkin, he lifted his hand to a passer-by.

"Excuse me, so sorry to bother, but would you happen to have a napkin or handkerchief on you I could borrow?"

[ambercast]

where: main street who: open

Jesse was a bit shellshocked, honestly. Standing in the middle of main street, his rucksack over his shoulder, he stared at all the people walking back and forth, doing their various errands, going their various ways, and was dumbfounded. Huntsville still existed. He never thought it was possible, but here it was, still standing, with people inhabiting it, alive. After almost eleven years of believing he was the only person left alive in West Virginia, being confronted with the truth had his brain rather scrambled.

" . . . How?" he asked no one in particular.