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Jack had... A long day and it just seemed to continue. As he made his way in the small camp that was set up by one or two people, him being the 3rd, was trying to make simple preparations to continue to Newmerica. However they were low on food, water, and what now seemed to be a gas shortage.
Balling up a fist, Jack coughed into his hand. Shoulders shaking as discolored eyes moved across the people who had a map open, looking for a way to go. A frown settled on his cracked lips as he placed his body against one of the vehicles. Staring down at his digits to see a blackish red color on it, disgust washing past his features as he whipped his hand on his pants. Honestly, he didn’t fully notice anything going on around him. It just sounded like murmurs to him. He was feeling ill already and it felt like the day would just get worst and worst.







