The couple settled down. Well, as much as you can while scanning your perimeter and watching the kids simultaneously.
Their story wasn't all that interesting. They were vague about how they survived. Just like nobody ever admitted to being a mortgage broker -- no one ever mentioned eating the neighbors. They had been working somewhere in the Delmarva area. They didn't say where. "Probably a chicken plucking factory" I thought. It had been rough. They had made it across a bridge, probably to one of the beach towns before it was closed. The car from Texas? They had "found" it. We're they lying to me? Sure. I didn't care. They asked me questions and my replies just as vague or lied myself.
What was interesting was why they were here. They wanted to be disciples of the Colonel. The male, Juan, was pretty straight forward about it. "You know it's like this. The world is fucked. It ain't coming back either. What he wants is us to be is good members of the community. Worship Jeebus." His woman added, somewhat bitterly I thought "And him." He got pissed "Yeah. So fucking what. As long as he feeds us and lets our kids grow up somewhere safe I am fine with that. Nowadays that's a good fucking deal." She put her hand on his leg and started quieting him down "I know. I know. This just not the America I expected." He snorted and continued "And you know what?" Here his eyes bored into me "The man don't care what color you are as long as you follow the rules. You got any idea how rare that is right now?"
"What about Aztlan?" I asked him. I was genuinely curious.
They both laughed. "Aztlan." He laughed again "C'mon. We ain't going back to the barrio. I want toilets that flush inside my house brother."