Keith put in his pocket an old pocket knife he had from his past. Its origins were unknown. Maybe his dad got it for him, maybe but that was so long ago. Regardless the weight of it made him feel a little safer. He put it on his right pocket so he could be faster with it. Not that he would use it. For almost all his life Keith had been a pacifist. Not necessarily by choice, just in his reactions to things. The one time in high school a kid tried to beat him up Keith just let him. Even in
Spacecity
he didn't fight.
He drove around though after he filled his tank. His phone charging in his car.
There was debris, pieces of trees, but they said more was coming and it would be worse. Keith asked aloud "How much worse can it be?"
The place near to Max's was blacked out. All out.
"What the fuck are people still in the restaurant?"
He saw figures moving in the window. But no sign of Max.
He pulled into the parking lot, checked his phone. No calls or messages, not that Max had his number he chuckled. "I don't even know why I have this."
Just then he noticed a car next to his, MAXXX the license plate said. Hmm he thought. Looking around he noticed a blue door held ajar on a grey brick wall.
He waved over, a hand waved out. He drove over.
"Max?"
"Keith? What are you doing out? Get inside there's a storm out!"
