C The Plague (With SecretSparrow)

[secretsparrow]

Gear smiled lightly as he entered the room. "Good morning." he said softly not wishing to startle the man. "Hows it going?" He asked moving foreword into the kitchen, they were really vary low on supplies but he tried to brush it off. He made tea and took a few left overs he had, mostly canned fruit dividing it up between the two of them. There was a sound outside as he was doing this, like the sound of a gun going off, Gear stopped what he was doing and moved to the window, there there men on the street below holding gun. "Scavengers, nasty ones. Some don't bother others, these... Arthour." Gear's tone was suddenly vary serious. "Grab what ever you wish to take with you, do it quickly we may be leaving.