Survivalist Plot: All That Scarcity Promotes is Desperate Men and Tyrants

[meat_mooks]

Day 3 and 4

The remaining hours of the night are tense and ugly, marred by the smell of blood and the complete distrust sewn by Bridge's death. When the sun finally rises, it feels as if the night's been far too long and yet their chance to rest was cruelly short.

The sun peeks over the horizon and onto the parched desert. In the bright sky, if one squints, it's possible to make out that lights are still flashing on the radio tower. The rest of the town is dead, as usual.

Comments

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"An evil douchebag. Not the cute and charming sort of douchebag like me." He turns the thing over in his hand again. It's not as if he's a complete novice to electronics - he wired a fridge, after all. "I can see what I can do with this. Let's get back to the house."

[keep_surviving]

"Of course, you're the most adorable sort of douchebag."

"Can I drive yet?" She smiled and teased as they opened the doors.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Not until you get your own set of keys, you can't." He hops into the driver's seat and, just in case she missed it, dangles his set in front of her before snatching it back and, with pickpocket deft, slipping them up his sleeve.