A short time into the quarantine a rusty pick up truck pulled up and stopped by a row of tents. Lou got out of the passenger seat and pulled a duffle bag and his pole saw out of the back. He placed his belongings on the curb and moved to speak through the window to the driver.
"Hey thanks for the lift man. If you need help with that tractor you were talking about, you let me know. I do more than pour gas into a generator."
He said in a friendly voice, letting his northern New England accent flow. He was lucky to have gotten a ride from from the local. If he had been from Berlin Massachusetts instead of Berlin New Hampshire, chances were he would have been in for a long walk to the quarantine zone. Lou wasn't a fan of being stuck here but heard there was free food and places to sleep. Lou didn't mind roughing, makeshift government tents would do fine for the time. As soon as winter came around though, he would be looking for something more stable. Maybe he could get a gig fixing up the camp. Always one to look on the bright side Lou looked around the camp while the truck drove off. Lou hefted up his bag and slung his pole saw over his shoulder and looked around to see if he recognized anyone from the island.
"So, where's a guy to go to get some grub around here?"