Adrian scowled rudely at the contents of the bowl. Definitely looked like corn and shit. A glance from his sister reminded him of his manners. He recalled all the dinners were he would be reprimanded for chewing with his mouth open, stabbed with a fork for having his elbows on the table, and having his food being taken away when he complained about the smell or texture or look of it. He shivered and lifted his spoon.<br/><br/>Rainie eyed the bowel Nathan had placed on the table, and decided to assume it was for her. She scooped it up as well as the spoon and nodded her thanks before strolling over to the window and leaning against the wall there. As she ate the odd concoction, she peered out the window at the brightening world below. There seemed to be a break in the rain, probably temporary. But she couldn't help but let it brighten her mood a little. That is, until she heard the screech of a zombie below the window. She took an instinctive step back.<br/><br/>She eyed the room around them again, noting the lack of precautions taken. The window was left wide open last night, and it wasn't boarded up or anything. She then told herself they were five stories above the ground, but it still made her feel antsy. All the windows in her own third story home except half of one were boarded up on the inside and out. The only reason for the lone half-window to be left uncovered was so she could poke a gun out if she ever needed to.<br/><br/>She turned her gaze to Nathan, who reclined on the sofa eating slowly as if without a single care in the world. One of her eyebrows raised critically, wondering if he realized that there were zombies downstairs and that she had a dog to feed.<br/><br/>She smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead. â€œGah! Iâ€™m stupid.â€ She groaned in chagrin. â€œKaiâ€™s probably starving.â€ She muttered miserably.<br/><br/>Adrian snorted from across the room, and swallowed another spoonful of slop. â€œYeah. Good job. Youâ€™re a lousy master.â€<br/><br/>Rainie frowned and bit the end of her spoon anxiously. She knew that the wolf-hybrid could defend himself; his shoulder came up to her hip when he stood for heavenâ€™s sake. But he certainly didn't know how to work a can opener.<br/><br/>Muttering to herself between bites, she choked down the rest of the contents of her bowl. At least it left a warm, full feeling in her stomach. That was pretty much all anyone could ask for. Rainie turned when there was a clatter of small objects on Nathanâ€™s coffee table in time to hear him announce, â€œDessert.â€<br/><br/>Registering the colorfully wrapped objects as candy, she all but pounced on the Hersheyâ€™s bar. Laughing with delight she flitted back to her spot by the window to unwrap her treat.<br/><br/>Adrian, not as excited about the sugary treats, just rolled his eyes at Rainie. â€œIâ€™ll never understand girlsâ€™ obsession with chocolate.â€<br/><br/>Rainie opened her mouth to give him a snappy comeback, but the impossible happened. They got a transmission on the radio. Rainieâ€™s eyebrows shot up and she snatched the radio from her pocket. The fuzzy, static-filled message echoed in the room, coming from both her own radio and Nathanâ€™s larger unit. She held her breath as she hung on every grainy word coming from the device.<br/><br/>"...call signs and civilian survivors. This is Sierra-India-Tango-One-Alpha. We are carrying...Panacea...Pier One, South East end, Brooklyn Bridge...1600 hours today. ...come in...friendly call signs..."<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s eyes had widened at the word Panacea. She knew that word. It was the immunity that was created for the Virus in the later months after the Outbreak. Her breath left her for an instant, and she shared a wide-eyed glance with her brother and Nathan.<br/><br/>â€œI got it...â€ She told them in a low voice. She moved to open the window, pushing it up despite its resistance that came from a year of disuse.<br/><br/>She knelt in front of the window and held the Talk button and spoke to S-I-T-1-A. â€œThis is friendly call sign, do you copy?â€ She paused, but only got static. She counted to seven, and tried again. â€œThis is Four-Two-Four-One-Seven,â€ She said, listing off her old officer call sign. â€œPlus<span style="font-style: italic">two civilians</span>. Sierra-India, do you copy?â€ She stopped and waited.<br/><br/>Adrian approached Rainie and peered over her shoulder at the radio. They had not come across another set of survivors, not counting Nathan, in a couple months. â€œWhat do they want?â€ Adrian asked in a tight voice. He wasn't so quick to go galloping off to meet a bunch of strangers. They were just as likely to kill them and take their supplies as they were to help them.<br/><br/>â€œThey want to meet us at the Brooklyn Bridge at four in the afternoon.â€ She said without tearing her eyes from the radio. â€œA soldier, a Sergeant, I think. They have the vaccine.â€<br/><br/>Her answer only caused AJ more confusion. But he didn't ask her what â€˜the vaccineâ€™ was. She would probably end up tell him in a minute or two.