Phin picked up the drawing of the black-eyed Susan. It was detailed, with bright colors. It was drawn with pencil, then traced over with crayon. They flipped it over, to see if there was anything on the back. There was tiny text going up the stem of it, saying, "The Wildflowers. A safe place for artists of all kinds in this new apocalypse." Sammy came over to see what was happening. "Hey, I heard about those people. They're based in the library," said Sammy "Well, we'll go over tomorrow. I don't think they allow animals," Phin gestured to their dogs, and one of their Cats. "Great! I think Ezra joined then," said Sammy "oh, then they must be alright," said PHin The two headed back home. Phin opened the door and the dogs raced inside as Sammy went out back to pee. Phin locked the door, and went to the fraying backdoor and unlocked it. Then, Phin started a fire in the fireplace. Thankfully, the missiles had hit in spring, and it was still summer. Phin didn't know what to do about winter, as they couldn't keep a fire going all throughout the night. Probably, they would all huddle up, also with the hot water bottles their moms had gotten the previous winter. Sammy came back in, holding some wood from the tiny store they still had, built by their step-mom. Soon, they would have to start getting wood from the tiny stretch of trees next to their house. Which was covered in poison ivy. Because life never could be easy, could it.