Ted and Pete had tagged along. No one in that group from the mall had said they could, but it was obvious they had a plan and the two brothers weren't about to lose out on a chance of survival. Lo and behold the group was headed to a place Ted knew well enough: Henry Hidgens' home. He and the kooky biology professor were friends. He welcomed the brothers in even as it was stated they weren't with the group. Assholes. He thanked his friend and went in with Pete. But that had been days ago and since then they'd been living in the underbelly of the home: a bunker built deep and spacious for the likes of many. Thank Christ for that. It had multiple rooms with bunk beds and more than enough food to survive whatever the hell was happening on the surface. And it was bad up there, real bad. The ground shook often from the drop of bombs, but nothing seemed to touch the house. Not that anyone braved leaving the bunker to fully confirm that.
Tonight Ted was up late while everyone else slept or so he thought. He was enjoying a glass of whiskey on the couch in the main room when he noticed @nursebarnes enter the room. He looked at her a long moment, blinking before making his presence known with a greeting, "Didn't expect anyone else to be up this late."
