'Crack!'... Alex always loved hearing that sound when he'd swing for the fences. Although, the feeling of it now was more like a bad memory. With the weather getting colder, due to it being fall, "Fall Ball" should have been picking up and getting all the local ball players out on the field, but now, with all of the infections/infected going around, the field was like a ghost town. With the exception Alex and Will, Uncle Tony's son, who have been best-friends forever and the Johnson boys who would do anything to get away from home. "Last one!" said Alex "its getting dark, moms going to be pissed if I'm late for dinner. Again." One final pitch, a had full swing of the bat, and 'CRACK'. A long high drive sending the ball over the fence. Having a smile going from ear to ear, Alex gathers all four of the boys together and says "Now comes the fun part, the eight block run home." Followed by the usual grumbles, everyone grabs their bats, and prepares for the dangerous trip home.<br/><br/><br/>"Another round? Mr. Gates" Asks Lee. Standing in his oh so familiar spot behind the bar."Fill her up Lee, now the Jean is gone, I have no where else to go." Mr. Gates claims with his head down and shoulders slumped. This isn't the first person Lee has seen this way since the beginning of the outbreak, in truth, it was becoming a more common site than he wished to admit. Lee pours another drink, "This ones on me, Jean was a wonderful lady." Mr. Gate has a tear fall down his cheek "She sure was!" claimed Mr. Gates choking back sobs. Lee has developed a sixth sense over the years as to the intentions of a man whose turned to the drink, and with things going rough for Mr. Gates as well as being rough on everybody, he can see where this is going. 'Loss leads to more loss.' So, he says "Take your time on that one, we close in a little over an hour, and I'll walk you home." As he is wiping down the bar.