Thread: 6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

Luke and his entourage had rolled up to the lake in question and then hed seemed to set everyone to work. Hed looked around for about three minutes and then he sent two men up a hill to keep a look out. Shed see that two more pairs of men were sent to take a turn outwards from the hill in opposite directions. Both to scavenge, hunt and ensure that their werent any walkers in their immediate vicinity. Out of one the Rvs that his caravan had a half a dozen fishing poles were broke out. He had half a dozen of what one suspected were his civilians at the lake in no time seeking to catch their supper. He sent the rest of them to pick berries and apples. Hed pulled off his helmet and dumped the rest of his canteen over his head as his set his people to work like a human cloud of locusts. He seemed to pause for a moment as he watched everyone at work. That light brown hair was left drinking as undoubtedly cool water had slid down into that body armour as well. Rather purposefully no doubt as it had been something of a hot day. But after that he made his way over towards one of the Rvs and seemed to haul out a rather large device that he dragged over towards the lake. With buckets he fed water into it, so like as not it was a rather large scale water purifying. He seemed to do that for a while before people began to show him the fish thats theyd caught, the fruit they had collected and soon his men were wandering back in from their patrols. One pair of them had shot a turkey of all things. No one had really seemed to resent that he was firing off instructions. Likely because he was telling them to do entirely sensible things. Gather food, watch for walkers or other humans. Search the area, fish for fresh meet. After six years of desperate living these things had sunken in to being a sensible routine. Find as much food as possible and make sure things are safe. Nor did he really seem to go about it in an imperious way. Just like there were chores that needed doing and they had to divide them. Not because he personally wanted it to happen just that it needed doing. He seemed to nod his approval and take in all the news with apparent good humour. He took a few of them aside and pointed up at the hill where theyd set their watch. Arranging for the sentries to be changed. But as the work seemed to get done cooking took over. At which point the seemed less preoccupied even if it was getting dark. Evidently his culinary expertise was one thing that was not deferred too. But with everything seemingly well in hand he seemed to walk over towards her vehicle. He walked over with his helmet tucked under one arm. His weapons still slung over his shoulder and his armour still on. But he looked at the red headed woman for a rather long moment as he remarked Mexico huh? Heard it was bad there myself. He stated rather simply as he sat down upon a rather large rock. Doesnt surprise me that things went to hell there. Mexicans couldnt run their country when it was full of the living let alone the undead. He smiled slightly and lofted a brow to her. So whats you deal? Pretty red headed thing with a big dog and a lot of explosives. He grinned slightly as he noted Cant say that much is normal anymore but that doesnt even seem normal for here and now.