<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive 》<br/>
<i>Location: <i>Outside the southeast perimeter of KOA</i><br/>
Addressing: Tobias, Miles , eachother</i>​</div><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FQFrGIv0.jpg&amp;hash=4fb5dd6775d1c3b1cd8ec910fb1464b3" title="QFrGIv0.jpg">
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</div>"Better than picking daisies in the dark, hopefully," Clive said as he watched the stranger moving out past, unknowingly walking by five total individuals. He couldn't be sure what he was doing. He wasn't bringing attention to himself and seemed comfortable out on his own. He couldn't be sure if that was confidence or misplaced reassurance. Perhaps desperation, or lack of direction. Like the others had mentioned, they didn't seem particularly aggressive. Or even defensive. The small groups that visited were usually packed close together, with lookouts and a means to back that up. These folks were all over the place and Clive would bet there were several more than were seen. Perhaps a handful of people that didn't know one another well. Fractured, and all trying to do their own thing.<br/><br/>Sort of like his brother.<br/><br/>Owen had taken the backpack from him.<br/><br/>"Watch my back," he requested as he ventured forward. Better it was him that went out and Clive watched, armed as he was. Owen on his own was pretty harmless. No defense skills. No love for guns, and certainly not the type who would point it at a living human being. Putting down wanderers was enough of a struggle for him.<br/><br/>Confident the stranger was immersed down the overgrown trail and in the task he was accomplishing, Owen knelt down in the pathway and opened the pack, curious what his brother had put in it. It was heavier than he'd expected. Clive had halved the turkey down the sternum and wrapped it in clear plastic, set atop ripe pears. It was a bounty they'd want to keep an eye on. If it wasn't picked up they would certainly want to retrieve it, or move it to a more obvious location. It was too precious a commodity to allow to rot.<br/><br/>Owen scrawled a message with a pen that was almost out of ink on the back of one of Clive's old business cards, placing it over top of the offering before zipping it back up again.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">The world is changing. One day people will do more for one another again, but this is a start - O</span>'<br/><br/>JJ would be proud when he heard about it. It was his kindness and willing to go out of his way that had started to rub off on Owen. Risk taken together that made him more confident than he otherwise would have been. He was grinning, proud of his brother and thinking perhaps their kindness was starting to rub off on Clive too, so much so that he was starting to go out of his way. Food was something they could get more of, living the way that they did. For these folks, it could be the variable that fueled them go keep going.<br/><br/>"God dammit," Clive whispered under his breath, exasperated watching his brother's shiteating grin, writing a loveletter like some school age boy. He motioned for him to hurry up, though couldn't be sure that Owen saw. He couldn't verbalize to him without giving away not only Owen's location, but his and Miles' as well. He passed the older man an apologetic look on behalf of his harebrained brother.