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Keith walked after them into the library and sat down. He looked around and realized everyone had a book, so he got up and pulled one out of the fiction section. It was a book by Glen Cook, called: Chronicles Of The Black Company. He flipped through some of the pages, and then put the book down. Even if he did love reading, he couldn't focus his mind. He heard Ian say he was going to sleep, he simply said, "Alright." then looked back at the book on the desk.

Hearing some ripping he swiveled his chair to face the source of the noise; it was Joey, he was ripping pages out of a book. It looked like the book that he had heard about called Eclipse. He hated it. Making vampire's skin sparkle like diamonds, and a teen girl falling in love with a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old man. It was completely messed up. He swiveled his chair back around to its original position. Putting his elbow on the arm of the chair and putting his head in his hand he unzipped his jacket.

"So, boy." Keith heard Joey say. "What in the hell brings you out to these parts anyway? Much less alive and unbitten, mind you? You must have a good head on your shoulders. Or at least good legs to carry you." Keith swiveled his chair back around to face Joey. "I'm here because I heard there's a safe house to main. I doubt it, but there might be. And I have both, though, legs might be out of the question, a bit. I haven't ran in a while. I usually just sat at my house, on a computer, or something." "I come up from the Volunteer state - though I didn't volunteer for this - hopin' to make my way up to Canada. I hope those syrup suckers are still alive up there. I expect to make it there in perhaps a month. I hope my supplies last me that long." Joey said, just as he finished his reply. "Well, I guess we might have to split ways, eventually. But we might now have to, if you change your mind. Who knows, if we pass Maine along the way and it is safe, why not stay? It's nice having another living person around." He said, thinking about how he might go insane if he wouldn't get another chance to talk to a living being.