WHO: Derek and anyone in/around the Dog Park who wants to drop in for their stuff WHEN: Backdated to Sept 8 and running through to Oct 1 WHERE: Derek's RV/shop area WHAT: Derek has a bunch of stuff to unpack now that he's back and has a bunch of special request sort of things for various people. Putting it all in one big log for convenience sake.
After so long out on his own, as far as Derek was concerned there was definitely something to be said for the relative security of Dog Park. Not to mention not having to literally hunt down a new shirt whenever one of the few he'd packed in his saddlebags got too filthy to bear any longer. Even the general noise and bustle of the camp was a preferred change to the creepy damn silence of the road these days. Or the other kind of creepy the occasional survivor camps - didn't seem to make a lot of sense to call them towns even if they were in places that used to be towns - gave off in waves. It sucked something fierce to be so palpably distrusted by people just because he wasn't from there. He'd hated it overseas. Having it happen here, practically back home, made it feel almost a hundred times worse.
But he'd made it back, even if the truck he'd scavenged was a complete piece of shit. Damn thing must have needed repairing four or five times just heading back. Who'd ever designed the drivetrain on the 2014 Fords needed to be shot on sheer principles it was so incredibly shitty. Probably wasn't even worth chopping up for parts, but wheels were wheels and unfortunately beggars couldn't be choosers. Especially not now.
So he'd driven back to the corner of camp that had been dubbed the shop by default since that's where he fixed shit and started unloading the trailer full of stuff he'd gathered up. Well, that wasn't entirely true. First thing he'd done was unass the weird as fuck looking solar powered CD player he'd found from the back of the crew cab, set it up, and stuck in a Tina Turner CD. Yeah, maybe she wasn't what anyone expected from a biker, but Aunty Entity was plenty badass enough for him. Besides, his uncle had dug her sound and he'd never led Derek awry before.
Which is how anyone who came back to his corner of the camp found him unloading the truck and trailer, sorting out what needed to be delivered to whom and where, and rocking out to disc two of Tina Turner's All The Best CD.