<strong>Name:</strong>Harry<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage/Front Yard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Hannah, Kim<br/><br/>Harry appreciated his twin quite a lot. Despite people not always understanding why she acted the way she did, he knew she had a smart brain and was actually pretty intelligence. While some kids may think she was retarded, Harry thought the opposite. Perhaps, even, that it wasn't that Hannah was lacking things but instead had access to more of her brain than a normal person did, which made her see things differently. If he recalled correctly, humans maybe used only 10% of their brain, so even an extra 1%  could make a world of difference. Maybe Hannah had that extra 1% of her brain and thought everyone else was stupid for not understanding the sorts of things she understood or saw.<br/><br/>He winced at Kims words and his shoulders slumped. Today was me an to have been the day he could reconnect to the web, to the world!, and get caught up on everything he had missed. Nearly 3 months had passed so he was excited to see what new inventions and technologies had developed. Some people saw 3 months as a short time but Harry knew that a lot could changed in 3 months. Technology was progressing faster than it had ever done before at any point of human evolution. For all he knew, his two (now five) month old computer was already outdated!<br/><br/>"You're kidding, right? Musta been one helluva storm while we were gone. Good thing it didn't hit us in the woods!" He responds to Kim before watching Hannah come and go, before quickly following after her and moving down into the garage. If he had known about her questioning why the garage door worked, he would have pointed out that it runs off a backup battery for instances when the power was out and so that it accidentally didn't crush some one because of it.<br/><br/>Harry stared at the van as Hannah opened it. Now that they were out of the woods, all the gear had an earthly, moist smell to it. Shaking his head, he let Hannah start unpacking before joining in. Despite her perceived shortcomings, she could be almost OCD-like with the order of things. Harry saw that as a good thing. He was the same way with all the tools and electronic parts he had stored in plastic containers and jewelry boxes on his desk. Hannah knew where all of it was and had free access to it but wasn't about to go mess it up, like his mom had when she tried to 'tidy up' the area.<br/><br/>Harry peeled off once the guns came out. He flipped the legs on a foldable table stored in the Garage and grabbed the gun-cleaning kit as well. Guns to him were not just weapons - they were like computers or something mechanical, with moving parts and all. He liked breaking them down and putting them back together - he was the fastest in the family at doing it, other than Dad of course, and could even do it blindfolded. He had one of the hunting rifles broken down it all its parts and was starting to clean it when Hannah caught his attention again.<br/><br/>Perplexed, he walked down to the end of the driveway and stopped, hands on his hips, looking both ways. She was right. All the grass was as long as theirs, like everyone had moved out of the neighborhood. Harry read enough Post-Apocalytpic and Zombie themed novels to suddenly get plenty of crazy ideas in his head. He walked back over to the table with the guns spread out on it. Everyone in the family had a personal sidearm that their father had gotten them each on their 16th birthday and had been a requirement for their trip out into the woods. Harry grabbed his, still in its holster, and paused to thread the holster-strap through his belt so that the gun rested against his hip, cowboy style. He grabbed Kim's as well and walked over to hand it to her.<br/><br/>"Something...doesn't seem right..." He murmurs softly, so Hannah couldn't hear. "Take it just as a safety precaution...and keep your eyes peeled."<br/><br/>