another casualty of society

Explain freedom to the birds, to the trees, to the plants... they'll look at you like you're insane. Freedom is all Wake has ever known, and it's all he'll ever know. Why does it feel so lonesome, right now? Without the chattering of his siblings banging around in his head, or the yoke of responsibility around his shoulders... he feels a little lost. Remaining with the Raiders seemed like his duty, but when has duty ever really resonated with him? Making sure Davey and Tide, and even Jael, got back safely... job done. What did he need to do now? Getting back to normal seemed like a farce, but here he was.

Getting back to normal. Making his way through Fern Gulley, taking in the summer plants. Poppies. Hell, he's always looking for poppies. They could do with more cannabis plants as well, and transplanting it wasn't overly difficult. Careful gaze on the lush ground around him, nothing else mattered much to Wake. It's his full focus on the ground that likely leaves him vulnerable to whatever may come next, whatever could rise from the world around him... but what does that matter, either? Another quick swig from the flask at his hip, and he continues his search. Summer sun shining around his shoulders, just a man doing his best and hanging out with the plants.

WAKE UP