“The room was hot and humid and the cheap drapes were slightly illuminated from the moonlight. There was no sound of jingling locks coming from outside tonight. We had thrown an ice machine on its side against the gate. I would imagine that is why the thinker hadn’t shown up to mess with the lock. Damn thing was probably smart enough to realize that the gate was now no longer an option. I wondered what it would do next. A visualization of it using a blow torch to melt the bars made me chuckle to... myself. I felt lost and the days had passed oddly disjointed without Harvey around. His turning wasn’t the only thing that troubled me. We had to cut back on our rations. My stomach growled from the measly two meals of a granola bar and cereal. The buckets of water we used to catch rain water had run dry and the water cooler only held about four gallons left. We needed food or we would simply die, but what crimes would we have to commit to acquire it? I wasn’t ready to kick in someone’s door like John had done with us.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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