<strong>Joseph Arturo</strong><br/><br/>He'd slept in his car, like he did most nights. It wasn't all that bad once he got used to it. Just recline the seat all the way back, relax, and it was off to dreamland!.....Granted the half flask worth of alcohol he put away before bed probably helped at least a little. But he felt he had a right to a nightcap considering the absolutely horrible events which had befallen the world! Either way it wasn't like it was about to change, there were no more AA meetings and even if there were he doubted he'd want to attend one.<br/><br/>As sleep slowly left his body Joseph re-adjusted his seat into the sitting position and looked around through the windows, as had become his normal morning ritual. From his seat in the car he had a clear view of a very large man beating a significantly smaller one into a pulp with a club of some sort. Despite the inherent gruesomeness of the act, and the loss of human life it represented Joseph couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle as he watched the events take place. In part because it amused him just how quickly people could enter a mind set of kill or be killed, and in part because it oddly reminded him of the cartoons he'd watched as a child.<br/><br/>His gaze shifted and settled on the table where everyone seemed to be moving towards. With a soft sigh he began to get out of the car<em>Might as well see what the neighbors are up to</em>he thought as he walked towards the table. He got there just in time to hear one a young man begin to ask about going out and hunting for supplies....<em>Hunting for supplies....good lord its like we're in a cheesy movie!</em>his mind shouted out.<br/><br/>Once the man had finished his suggestion Joseph decided he might as well add in his thoughts. "For what it's worth I agree with you" he said his voice carrying an air resolve and inner strength that he, in truth, scarcely felt.  "But might I also suggest that we consider preparing to leave this area ourselves...Up until a day or so ago we were all part of a large caravan and we survived because we kept moving and there were enough solders with very impressive guns to protect us from whatever the caravan attracted. But now that they are gone, what ever was following the caravan is probably still heading in our direction...and we don't have the abilities to stop it."