#starter.hell

“okay,   this   is   dumb.”   she’s   disgusted   by   how   empty,   how   sparse   the   store   has   suddenly   become.   there   is   only   what   previous   scavengers   have   left   in   disarray,   useless   items   that   rory   kicks   half-heartedly.   “maybe   we   should’ve   gone   to   a   different   place   — but   i   swear   it   wasn’t   like   this   earlier   when   i   passed   by.”   she   turns   to   look   over   her   shoulder,   unable   to   look   as   apologetic   as   she   seems.   instead,   she   laughs   slightly.   “fucking   people,   am   i   right?”  

    claire seldom got alone time with her daughter during the day. it was a rare occasion to find her in her own quarters for once, located on the third floor of the little hotel. rena had just been put down for a nap when there was a knock on the door. “come in,” she called quietly.

❝   ---   hey!   ❞   words  boom  in  the  darkness,   louder  than  he  had  intended.   far  more  aggressive  sounding  than  he  was.   ❝   stop  right  there,   you  hooligan.   ❞   is  this  what  he  got  in  return  for  his  generosity,   for  sharing  a  meal  with  a  stranger?   a  thief?   ❝   listen,   ❞   he  attempts  to  bargain.   ❝   just  gimme  the  backpack  an’  booze  and  you  can  go.   hell,   i’ll  throw  in  this  can’a’beans.   just  hand  it  over.   ❞      

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