and soon you'll lose the will to care Mason loaded some shells into his shotgun and checked his smith & Wesson before loading them onto his person. He glanced around the camp, watching everyone tend to little things. Washing dishes. Cooking. Or just talking amongst themselves. That’s what Bell was good at. She was already making close ties with her new friends, or what they considered family now. Everyone in this group was apart of a family and not the ones from their past lives but the one they were forming now. The world was coming to an end. This epidemic was taking a dramatic toll on the global population. What survivors were left had to make due and protect themselves in order to start over. In order to make a come back from it all. No one knew if there would be a solution or whether everything would go back to normal but their main concern was for those who were still alive around them.The twenty-nine year old had a more difficult time opening up and forming close bonds with everyone in the group. His younger sister made it look easy but maybe that was just her. Mas was really good at helping others. He was more than willing to bring in new survivors and offer protection but it was the one on one that he needed a little work. Which was why he was making time to get out on the town with Mike. He was one of the younger survivors. He was actually the same age as Bell, which was probably why he took a liking to the kid. Mason had raised Bell like she was his own child and now he had a thing for protecting the younger generation. His sister was the only family he had and it was a fact that he got use to. Having strangers around in his business twenty-four-seven was difficult but he was slowly warming up to the idea. Mike was like a little brother. They weren’t extremely close but Mason found himself wanting to be a role model. Wanting to teach what skills he has to this young kid and the more they spent time together, the more open he was. Arabella said it was good for him and they he should spend more time with Mike. Argo, target practice around town while they gathered more essentials for the camp.“Ready?” He asked, after talking to some of the other group members. He needed to make sure that everything at camp would be in order while he was gone. Some, especially his sister, weren’t exactly please with the idea of just the two of them out around the town on their own but Mason was positive they would be okay. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Mike. If anything did go wrong, it was certain the two of them could out run any of the walkers and find their way back to camp safely. There was no concern in his mind about this. He needed to get away from the group anyways. The stress was building up but he was at least thankful that the camp wouldn’t fall apart while he was gone. At least he hoped it wouldn’t.“I’m thinking we should head up to the northern part of the city. It’s likely we will run into walkers but mainly stragglers. We can work on our hand combat. The less ammo used the better.” Mason commented and she stuffed his hand gun into its holster as he lead the way out of camp. He kept his shot gun in hand, though he preferred it to be his secondary weapon. They promising side was that he could use it better to knock out a walker.TAGGED: MIKE WORDS: 619OUTFIT: LOOK ABOVETHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.