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“Huh… i always thought Chalk was Chawlk… with W ...neat.” The young boy grinned. He’d heard swearing form his brother and his brothers old partner so it was refreshing to meet someone who held back the cussing a bit. It didn’t bother Tristan at all, but sometimes people that were different were better.

Blue eyes glanced towards the smoke and Tristan bit his lip… he hoped that this city didn’t end up going to the dogs like the last city he and Ian had lived in… things were being set alight all over the place and Ian had just scooped a 4 year old Tristan up and grabbed their backpacks.. No food and very little supplies… they’d roughted it for a week before finding this place.

“ No… that’s Sector 3 if I’m not mistaken… that place was riddle with people who were sick… so either they’ve finally had enough with not getting the care they need or the military….” Ian trailed off as he bit his lip, as much as he hated their guts… he didn’t want to voice his thought that the military were burning out the sick… there were perfectly healthy people in that district… but the sick outnumbered the well…. Ian flinched slightly and Tristan jumped a foot off the ground when the sirens started… those where the lock down sirens…

“Well looks like we have no choice but to go back to the apartments to be locked in till this is ‘handled’.” Ian clearly detested the idea.