<div style="text-align: center">《Jeb》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
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</div>Jeb woke long before Josh did, though that wasn't unusual. He usually woke first. He had a difficult time sleeping more than six hours, and if he did, he was useless for the rest of the day. He brushed off the cobwebs of his slumber and went to relieve himself, deciding he would leave Josh to his dreams. That was two nights they had gone to sleep with liquor in their bellies. It was a rare occurrence, and now it happened twice.<br/><br/>He found his way to a working faucet and washed his face, spitting out the cotton that had accumulated during the night, then followed his nose to one of the common kitchens.<br/><br/>Jeb hadn't missed the way his brother had looked after Kennedy when Carla led the man away, and it bothered him. Not that he had any problem with<i>who</i>Josh fancied; just that Josh tended to fall quick, fast, and hard. The last time had nearly cost the brothers everything when Josh's crush turned out to be a sociopathic murderer who tried to slit their throats in the night. Thankfully that was one of those nights when Jeb laid in bed and contemplated how his brother could sleep so soundly when the world had gone to fuck around them, early on in the whole reset that had wiped away 'normal.'<br/><br/>It was odd how things had worked out. In the time that Bec had been away a lot of changes had happened in Dryden. People got married, some had kids, and some people died. He and Josh did their best, he supposed. Jeb came home from school to help when Grandpa started getting the gout too much to run his hardware store, Josh graduated and started working there, doing night classes and studying to be some kind of brainiac. Jeb never really asked him, and now he was a little ashamed of the fact. All he could think about was leaving school to come home and babysit, and how pissed he had been at the time.<br/><br/>Now he would give his right nut to be back in that day.<br/><br/>Well, maybe not<i>his</i>right nut. But someone's.<br/><br/>Then there was the whole field thing, and the burning of a year's second crop.<i>"That sucked donkey balls,"</i>he thought, as he pulled out a rolled slip and nibbled off the end. Lighting the opposite end, he puffed lightly, then drew deeply when the flavor changed.<br/><br/>"Damn, that's good," he said to himself as he let the smoke settle in his lungs. Weed this strong would have fetched a tidy market way back then. Nowadays it was good for trade and for forgetting how far things had fallen. He let the stream of smoke slowly escape as he thought about Josh, the people at Dryden, and the nut cases in Abendblume who sent all those people to their graves.