[center][b][color=ed1c24]Joseph Reed & Winifred Turner[/color][/b][/center]

Upon hearing that Janette was about to address the group, Joseph and Winifred returned inside the building, Joseph dismissed the humanoid figure he had seen walking towards Haven. He was probably just seeing things, after just waking up a few minutes ago.

Joseph sighed upon hearing that he was to stay back from going into the city. He reasoned that it was because of his knowledge of crops and also partly in due to Winifred's previous scene. She was less likely to run after them if Joseph was with her. He was an understanding man and, although he was a bit disappointed with his placement, he took it with a smile and a nod. 

Even though he wanted to help out in the city, he was also looking forward to harvesting the crops. His hands had missed the feel of prickly leafs and damp soil. Since the outbreak, he had to change his mindset and routine. He missed the days of waking up at six in the morning. Waking Margaret with a kiss before dressing and heading outside to feed the livestock and start the day. Taking the horses out to graze, checking on the crops with his son, often fertilizing, and cutting the grass. Sometimes dipping his toes in the pond on a hot summer's day. 

"I don't want to pick crops." Winifred's comment of discontent interrupted Joseph's reminiscing. He placed a hand on her shoulder, as if to shush her. 

"We could make it fun," Joseph suggested. 

"Yeah but you like that kind of stuff. I'd rather be out in the city, kicking ass and saving the world. What does picking crops have to do with surviving?"

"We need food to live, don't we?" While his tone was pleasant, the look he gave her told her that she better stop complaining. Haven had given them shelter and food. If they had to stay back and pick crops, so be it. The two took a step back from the group, waiting for the other crop pickers to gather together so they can head out.