we'll bring these poseurs to their knees

The move to somewhere drier, somewhere more protected from the chilly breeze that kicked up off the ocean, had served Wake rather well. Enough to break up the cough that still racked his lungs, enough to finally getting him sleeping through the night. The sleep apnea that had plagued the boy, leaving him tired all the goddamn time, had finally become a thing of the past as well.

Sheltered for his own good, though no stranger to the carnage going on in the background. Raiders and peace have a strained relationship as it is. Wake doesn't know anything else, hell he can't know anything else. Would he even want to?

A bright, chilly autumn afternoon hangs around his shoulders as he makes his way through Redbud Nook. Gaze keen, eyes bright. They were only just getting settled, and Wake has it in his head that this is the place he's going to go looking for poppies here. They said he could put whatever plants he wanted in the garden, may as well pick something useful.

WAKE UP