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Charlie has found a place to live off of the Cooper farm. It's closer to town, and amounts to a small house on an acre of land, but the power still works and she doesn't really know very many people anyway.

There are other homes in the area that need to be sorted through and cleaned, some of the refuse can turn out to be worth a little. That's what she's just come back from; helping clear out another of the outlying farms in exchange for some of the loot, and stopping off at the Farm to deliver over half of her split (clothing, canned goods, a little cash and seed packets).

Fate knows they need it more here than she does.

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There's always the chance she'll run into something bigger and badder than she is, in Mac's case probably both figurative and literal.

After a glance around to make sure she's not going to run anyone over, Charlie starts up the car and backs out of the driveway, before tearing off down the road towards Smallville.

She drives like a maniac. Or someone with more video game experience than real-life.

Reckless driving, he can handle. It's no worse than a couple of his friends -- and they'd do it with other cars on the road.

"Sturdy little car," he observes.

"Herbie is the best car on the planet," Charlie agrees, barely keeping him upright around the next corner, and pulling a miracle when they don't flip.

Needless to say, the fifteen minutes to the empty house down from hers could be easily called 'nerve wracking'.

"No arguments here."

Mac tries to pay at least some attention to the route. He's not looking forward to the walk back -- fifteen minutes at that speed makes a lot of distance, but he relaxes when he notices that there are intact power lines for most of the way. That'll make things easier.

"So, is there anything important I should know about the area or the world in general? Acid rain, sinkholes, dinosaur attacks, anything like that?"

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