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They spent the evening talking to Jerry, and well into the night they were still drinking as the man had a veritable stockpile of alcohol, food, and other items that he’d admittedly taken from other homes. Seeing as they were empty, without anyone to object, he hadn’t thought that it would be a problem. None of them saw any issue with it since this end of the peninsula seemed to be entirely empty.

“I haven’t thought about that day much to be honest,” Jerry said as he leaned back in a sturdy lawn chair, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other hand resting on the arm of his chair. “Every now and then it comes around, but I try not to dwell on it.”

“I’m sorry man,” Brady said, but Jerry waved him off.

“I accept and all that stuff. We were kids Brady, kids do shitty stuff now and then. It’s all water under the bridge now, we’re good.” He offered his bottle for a toast, which Brady accepted as they clinked bottles. For the rest of the night the six individuals talked, speaking of tales of before, what had come since, and what they had in common. As the sun went down they built a fire, they gathered around the flickering warmth, and they continued to talk.

It was the best evening that any of them could remember in a long time.

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The next day saw Titus wake before the others, and it was only a short time before he found something interesting. Instead of waking the others he went to see Jerry, only to find the same interesting development. As he was coming back he saw the daylight rising in the east, over the hills across the street from his old home. The sound of the front door opening announced Angie’s emergence from the house as she stretched both arms to the sky, walking slowly towards him as she smiled.

“Good morning,” she said in a light, breezy way.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Brady’s gone?”

“Yep.”

“What about Jerry?”

“He’s gone too.”

She looked almost apologetically at him as she came close, putting her arms around his shoulders as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“One of these days it’ll be all our turns.”

“I know,” he said, feeling good despite the realization that this hadn’t been his time. “I know.”

The End

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