Jesus, who died?
Jo sat around the Roadhouse, her eyes scanning around. It had been dead. Dead for months. She hadn’t heard from anyone and every time she tried to contact someone they were busy or they didn’t pick up. Despite Jo’ never liking to worry, she couldn’t help but find that she was in fact worried. She lifted her beer off the table and brought it to her lips, taking a long drink from it. She turned when she heard footsteps enter the bar. Her eyebrows rose and confusion swept over her face. Why were they here? “Hey, long time no see.”
