It only took a couple hours for Willis to clear the generators. Dallas’s radio had buzzed to life as Clint and Willis talked back and forth, saying how the shutdown would go smoothly. The kitchen was spotless at this point. All the cabinets were rearranged, and the food had been packed into containers.
Landon hadn’t questioned it. He stepped back and watched as Dallas scrubbed at the counters for the second time. Dallas had said that he should go sit down, but he hadn’t felt right sitting around doing nothing. So now he was organizing his backpack. Cleaning out the few wrappers that had gathered in there, and refolding clothes. Most of the mess was from Tucker, who dug through his bag for snacks the night before. He had already eaten all of his.
Three bags of chips dropped on the table beside him, Dallas smiled at him, “I assume you need more of these.”
“Thanks,” Landon stuffed the bags of chips into his bag, “are you done?”