<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 12th – 8:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>At the back gate about to leave</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/89289d_79493dd1d4914e01b91b3b10a8d97931_mv2.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As above except for the boots cause those are not function for post apocalypse scrounging.<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Getting this thing started<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>CJ, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>CJ wasn’t the only one with an appraising glance.  It was hard to tell whether Tia was appraising her potential, her looks or her wardrobe and even harder to tell what her conclusions might have been.  Her handshake was just as firm and she gave a friendly smile to the colorful woman.  “It’s nice to meet you too.” She replied.  “I’m Tia, but you probably already knew that too.”  With a hand Tia motioned towards the old pick-up. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Pick-up.jpg)  “Hop on in and I can fill you in on the way.”  She suggested as she walked over to the driver’s side and hauled the door open.  If they had been looking closer to the Cathedral she would have gone on foot but what she had in mind was a little further afield and she wanted something that she could store what she was looking for if they found it. The truck could make them a bit of a target if they ran into the wrong sorts of people but it was a risk worth taking.<br/><br/>Tia slid into the truck, her bare legs sticking slightly to the old brown leather bench seat and leaned across to open the passenger side door so CJ could get in. She held out her hand in case CJ needed it.  Kesi had always called Tia chivalrous in that way.  Tia had always joked it was just impressing a pretty girl.  In this case maybe it was a little bit of both.  Once CJ was set, Tia rolled down her window.  It was the old manual, hand crank kind.  “The old girl doesn’t have air conditioning.” She said apologetically before answering CJ’s questions.<br/><br/>“Anything we can use for the house is fair game, but I am hoping I can find some clear plastic tarp or visqueen for the green house.  Something to keep moisture in and let in sunlight.” It was a pretty specific ask but she was hoping by hitting up what was left of Croydon a few miles down the road that they would luck out.  It had been nothing more than a blip of a town well off the highway.  She had been looking at old maps and figured that it might be the kind of place that had gone mostly overlooked in the initial looting that had taken place.  It had also been surrounded by a small farming community so if the town itself was a dead end maybe one of the old farms would have something of value for them.<br/><br/>“I’ve been pretty far.  Had a long haul to get to this place last year.  I came in from the east by way of I-230 so that has been pretty well picked over for miles. I have been looking at some old maps and figured we could head out west a few miles.  I haven’t explored more than a couple miles in that direction and I think there might be a small down out that way we could look at.” Tia explained as her thigh shifted to push in the clutch and turned the key over.  The truck rumbled to life after a cough and sputter and a little coxing.  Her fingers gripped the long stick and shifted it into gear easing off the clutch while giving it a little gas.  The Truck bounced a little over the uneven ground of the yard and rolled to a stop just outside the back gate.<br/><br/>“Do you mind hoping out and closing that back up?” she asked with a bob of her head towards the gate.  “Just wrap the chain around it and lock it and we can get going.” The truck idled beneath them causing Tia to jiggle lightly as she waited for CJ to hop out.<br/>