<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Riley was grateful that the man with the blue hair...Ricky, he remembered had heard him.  It's not that he wouldn't have repeated himself louder, but this was much easier.  He quickly followed, climbing into the back of the truck after the one with purple and yellow hair.  <br/>
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He was worried about the children and took to biting his thumbnail as he waited for those who wanted to come along to get in.  his blue eyes noticed the shotgun on the rack in the back of the truck and had to admit it was a smart move.  Quickly taking stock of himself, he didn't have a weapon unless that included his guitar and he sure as hell wasn't going to swing it if he didn't have to.  <br/>
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Just because the world seemed to have ended in just a matter of hours, didn't mean it he hadn't fallen asleep.  It was all a dream, or maybe a nightmare.<br/>
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He pinched his forearm but the nightmare continued on.</span>