"Yeah. Plague of them, where I'm from. There are more prepper bunkers than pot holes- and there are a lot of pot holes."
He gives her something of a quizzical look, but at the same time... it does make sense. He shouldn't be here. Joseph is in prison too, Dutch is dead, and he's not even in Montana anymore, much less Hope County. This is a painfully realistic dream, though. But... who is this Dinah? He would swear he's never seen her before.
Something else occurs to him, though. "Makes sense," he says, slowly, as though not entirely paying attention. He looks past her towards the bunker door, and traces his steps back towards it.
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He gives her something of a quizzical look, but at the same time... it does make sense. He shouldn't be here. Joseph is in prison too, Dutch is dead, and he's not even in Montana anymore, much less Hope County. This is a painfully realistic dream, though. But... who is this Dinah? He would swear he's never seen her before.
Something else occurs to him, though. "Makes sense," he says, slowly, as though not entirely paying attention. He looks past her towards the bunker door, and traces his steps back towards it.