Over the past two years, Day had learned the ins and outs of Austin like the back of her hand. It was one part for the job and one part out of habit. She always did her homework before she visited a new location. Memorizing the routes on a map and then exploring the streets for herself. It might have taken longer to get the full scope of Austin after the outbreak, but now she didn’t have any issue with navigation. Next to her morning runs, Jadyn occasionally helped out with supply hunts. Going out so often might have been dangerous, but most of her life was all about risks. She was a soldier and she was a Special Forces operative. Zombies were the least of the horrors she’d witnessed.
Maizie was much more shelter than she ever was. Children rarely were given the chance to go outside unless their parents accompanied them. Now that Gray was gone, Day knew that Maizie couldn’t be kept inside for much longer. She was at the age where she deserved more freedom – within reason. Even if she wasn’t her kid, she still felt responsible for her. She was under her care now. “I have,” she responded, watching the teen fidget, “When it’d first opened, I went there to talk to the owner. He claimed neutral grounds, so I wanted to see for myself if that was true.”
It was true. Carl Summerfield was a man of his words. He had a strict “no bullshit” policy that she respected. A brow quirked at her niece’s quick defense. She wasn’t surprised that Maizie was curious about it. Who wouldn’t be? Another semi-normal business in the middle of an apocalypse. They didn’t have many of those around here – only two, to be specific. “Shame you don’t want to go. I’d have taken you,” she said, trying to hide her amusement, “But since you're not interested, what do you want to know about the bar?”