《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Group<br/>Present: Rachel & Tobias, Ezra & Anise, Clive & Owen, Kennedy, Dan, Armando, Miles, Jeb & Josh<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/>Addressing: Miles<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Kennedy came up and around Armando and Ezra to get a better look at Claire. He held a hand up over his mouth as his eyes began to well with threatening tears. She was just a kid, he'd just started to really get to know her and he stood looking at her lifeless body on the ground. Wasted life, so much wasted life, young and old. With two years passed from the onset of the outbreak, he thought he would have been immune to it by then, but the tightening of his throat to fight the rush of emotion showed that he clearly wasn't. No one should be.<br/><br/>He looked up and around and wiped at his eyes, another strategy to help bring himself back together and before he'd completely managed to do so, his eyes fell on an older, handsome man. The man was cool, calm, no skin off his back, as were the strangers who were with him. Had they been the ones? No, no, it had been Ray and they would have gone with Ray. They were survivors, too, and much better at it than he and the other exiles were. He wondered if they were part of the Network, Carla Goodman had spoken about; the loose group of survivors scattered through the more wilderness part of the surrounding area who helped one another. Kennedy remembered that Carla had told him she had been a part of it before deciding to make an effort to help Abendblume with planting a sustainable field on its sizable property. That was to begin later this spring, but likely wouldn't if Carla had been truly mad enough to leave Abendblume after that morning.<br/><br/>In a quick dawning of realization and hope, Kennedy took several steps forward toward the older man and his hunter companion friends. "Hey," his tone reflected his sorrow and hope, "do you know Carla Goodman? Are you in the Network?"