The Quiet Year - Week 6

We store our food in the motel - nonperishables in the disused guestrooms on the upper floor, where most communal resources have been stashed after that one siege. (The balcony's still pockmarked from bullets). The extended Eagle clan keeps everything in order per the head of the family Don's instructions. If anyone needs anything, you can stop by the motel reception and one of the Eagle kid cousins will likely be sent up to fetch it.

The frozen and refrigerated goods - what few remain from when the trade routes were thriving - are kept in the cold storage of the adjoining Eagle Bar.

This whole arrangement has worked out fine, with Don Eagle mostly proven to be a generous community leader. He's a real contrast to his late father Glenn, whose ghost lingers around the motel swimming pool and likes to tell his relatives (and anyone else in the vicinity) what a disappointing businessman his eldest son turned out to be.

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Poking around in the abandoned sheriff's office, a Discovery is made: A concealed lockbox which somehow escaped the attention of looters and raiders. Out of respect for its presumed owner, the late town sheriff, we leave it where we found it until we decide what to do with it.