Name: Justin Berretta
Location: Streets of NY
Attire: Jeans, ARMY t-shirt, boots, and black Stetson (cowboy hat)
Weapons: formerly decorative, but now usable sword, Civilian AR 15 with long scope in saddle holster, Fully tacked horse
Date/Time:July 4, 2025
Tagging: Vanessa, open
Hearing a soft and serious tone, Justin knew he had most likely asked the wrong question. "Safe now a days is were the family is. Either your blood, or chosen family." Justin thinks out loud, something he had come to do a lot with the limited contact with others he had had. After a few more minutes, the clop of hooves on concrete is replaced with the quieter sound of grass and dirt being crushed under foot. A huge clear field stands before them, absolutely nothing but waving grass from where they stood, to the fence that lead to the trails, about 2 more miles away. Atleast that was in sight if you looked straight. Off to the left, the small herd of a dozen or so horses could be seen grazing.
"Well, were to. We can head towards this "safe house" that Alex talked about that's supposedly somewhere in those trails, or we can just set up camp somewhere in the field?" Justin asks, not really caring either way. He had camped several times out in the field, and he would probably do it several more times before winter decided to rear is ugly face and he would have to move in.