Re: The Stones (and maybe any guests they bring along?)
Before the world ended, Brandon had always been a fan of Thanksgiving. The spirit of it only had part to do with that fact, because it was little secret that he was one of the rare types who was thankful for everything every day, not just on one specific day. Or, he had been anyway.
They didn't live in that world anymore.
The way he saw holidays—the way he saw the world in general, really—had changed the day that Leah had been bitten.
Now, the holiday that he'd always considered to be his favorite (even more than Christmas, somehow) was more of a burden. They didn't live in a world where the biggest issue with travel was the five-o-clock rush or how many cars they could pass before they had to make lane changes. No, now it was about the fact that you couldn't even cross the road without the threat of death. And because of that (and a couple slightly more secret reasons of his own), Brandon almost hadn't shown up to this little makeshift family holiday.
But here he was, after braving the holiday supply run, standing in Madison Square and shaking a little snow off of his hat. It was now or never.
"Hey girls," Brandon said, approaching his two sisters. "Didn't miss too much, did I?"