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Peering through his binoculars, Cooper saw the land rover pull up to the gate. The relative quiet, safe from the engine of the car, was broken by a series of clanking sounds. Some makeshift alarm, as he used in his camp sites no doubt. These survivors at least knew what they were doing. Cooper was glad he didn't just walk up towards the gate without staking the place out. When two women came out of the compound, both armed he saw one clearly take charge. Her pistol aimed at the driver's seat, he saw her talking. her whole body languages screaming to anyone smart enough to watch, that she was in charge. She clearly wasn't someone to trifle with... yet what were her intention. Was it all a ruse to rob people or did those walls truly hold safety and refuge?<br/>
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For Cooper it hadn't been the first time he had been offered refuge. Only for it to be a ruse to steal and murder other survivors. Two years ago it was exactly such an incident which had led to him meeting Sarah. Cooper had been travelling with a small group of survivors near Cheyenne Idaho. They had been following the signs posted along the road. Signs promising shelter and refuge in the town of Pine Bluffs. Once they had arrived there however they had been taking into the gated community only to be stripped, handcuffed and thrown in makeshift prisons made out of shipping containers. <br/>
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At first he had cursed and threatened his captors. Then he had begged and eventually he had relented into his fate. He had thought all was lost. Sitting in the dark for god knows how long. Naked and cold, he lost all track of time. Yet when chaos and screams were heard outside the tiny flicker of hope had ignited inside of him. He once again had stood on shaky legs. Forcing what remaining strength he had left to pound the walls of his cell and scream for help. As the door to his 'cell' flew open, he had to squint his eyes. Grow accustomed to the dark, the light shining in was almost unbearable. The silhouette standing in the door slowly making its way towards him. It had been Sarah, yet at that time he hadn't known her yet. Sarah had saved him from that place. He had never asked why she had saved him or what her role was in Pine Bluffs. They used to have a silent agreement to never talk about that place. No they both pushed on together. Always on the move... always heading East. East back to Sarah her home town on Ann Arbor in Michigan.<br/>
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Yet now Cooper stood alone. He had lost Sarah after nearly two years of travel. "She had been a real spitfire that Sheila... " he muttered to himself reminiscing about Sarah. Cooper had seen what he needed and decided to check out the compound that night. He would make camp, without a bush telly naturally. The fire would not just draw in the dead but also alert the people of Havenshire. Thought the heath didn't really call for a bush telly either... Nor did he mind the warmth. Trading the Bush for California he had always been used to it. Nor was he one to whinge anyway. Life came as it was and he made best do with what he was given. Heading deeper into the woods, he happened by a broken down RV. "This'll do nicely" he spoke, his thick Aussie accent still there after all these years. <br/>
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Not much later, Cooper had erected a small lean to and put up his tripwire. Looking up into the sky, through the trees he reckoned he had a few more hours of daylight left. He grabbed his shovel and started digging a shallow hole next to a thick tree at the edge of the clearing. Once the hole was dug, he went over his belongings one by one. His gun and axe together with his radio and some provisions were safely put inside the hole. If they were to rob him, he'd have a back up... <br/>
When the hole was closed off he picked up Sarah's bow and quiver. Throwing his now nearly empty pack on his back he made his way back to the edge of the trees and towards Havenshire.<br/>
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All he had to do now was wait for dark so he could take a closer look inside.<br/>
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