<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles 》<br/>
Location: US Highway 2, Eastbound<br/>
Present: Kennedy, Jeb &amp; Josh<br/>
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</div>It was a scant two miles from the KOA checkpoint to Miles' home. The two-lane highway deteriorated over the last few years; grass crept on the asphalt and the acres of orchards flanking the road had overgrown substantially.<br/><br/>There was one nice thing about living up in Washington. You never had to water your gardens, and orchards were abundant. Miles supposed that made it two things, but he wasn't giving a fuck right then.<br/><br/>He milled through his thoughts about the young man's insistence on getting his "stuff." Miles was humored at Kennedy's interpretation of his instruction as an invitation – either the newcomer was a simplistic optimist, or he was extremely clever and was asserting his right to leave if the "invitation" became uncomfortable. Miles leaned towards the former.<br/><br/>The four of them walked in a loose, open group along the right shoulder, hugging the hills to avoid being out in the open. Jeb and Josh scanned for game as well as necros or people who wanted to cause trouble, their heads swiveling and shoulders shifting for snipers; people like whoever had shot up the group back at the KOA. If Miles was right about his assumptions the shooter wasn't a stranger to those killed.<br/><br/>About an hour later they were turning off the highway down Stage Road, a smaller orchard-flanked lane that led to the old lodge Miles had bought as a "retirement" home. Big enough to host his large family and grand kids, as well as to act as a base for his on-going businesses, it had once a bed and breakfast. He had began building a chain link fence around the property when shit first hit the fan. The fence was never completed and a flatbed trailer piled high with roles of chain link fabric and metal fence posts sat in the RV parking lot, next to a small tractor with a post hole digger, shading the weeds that grew around them. It was a damn shame.<br/><br/>The house itself was a massive, multi-room lodge that housed up to sixteen people. Miles opened the padlock to the smaller, complete fence around the home, and waved Kennedy in. The brothers stood outside a moment before Miles grumbled, "You don't honestly think I'm going to send you out to the cabin at this time of the night. Get your asses inside."<br/><br/>Josh grinned, catching up to Kennedy and giving him a friendly smack on the back. "Come on, you'll love it here. They got a pool table<i>and</i>a pool."<br/><br/>After locking the front gate Miles and Jeb joined the others. Miles eyed Kennedy briefly before he nodded. "Take any room but mine. The boys usually take the rooms closest to the kitchen," he said. "And don't make a mess."<br/><br/>He turned his attention towards the brothers, addressing Jeb primarily. "Well, you gonna cook that turkey or what?"<br/><br/><<<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lodgingleavenworth.com%2Fnew-gallery&amp;hash=931aa39736107a88d4fa547fa597e8e2" href="http://www.lodgingleavenworth.com/new-gallery" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Photos of the lodge before the fall. </a>>>