The Runt coughed over and over again as they exited the building. “I can’t believe you started a fire in there. We could’ve both died!!”
Sam rolled her eyes as she tossed Runt the bag of pills. “You’re welcome…I hate to steal and run but I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
The Runt tucked the pills into his shirt. “Sam wait! Thanks for helping me.”
“No problem, I hope your friend gets better! If you want, meet me at the park at sundown. I heard about a party.”
The Runt waved goodbye to Sam and ran toward his bike he had hidden behind a dumpster.
The Central leader enjoyed watching cage fights. Unfortunately, his supply of fighters was diminishing, more stock was needed. He sent out a few men to capture more resources. The boy was a bit small but he would be adequate for the warm up rounds.
Dressed in over-sized clothes she found slash stole, Sam was the Queen of gutter-rats. The girl could locate, find and steal anything. The price for her services were reasonable considering the danger of her profession. Her friends, she sometimes helped for free. On this day she was helping the Runt.
“Ssshhh!! “ Sam raised a finger to her mouth. “Stay behind me and don’t make any noise.”
The Runt’s eyes darted from side to side. “Are you sure this is a good idea? The Serpents will kill us if they find us in here.”
Sam looked back at Runt as she squeezed thru the rubble.“Do you want medicine for Tony or not?”
“Yes… Are you sure there isn’t a safer place to steal from?”
Sam rolled her eyes, “Nope, this is it. Now quit being a baby!”
“I’m not a baby!” Runt said in protest.
Sam glared at the runt. “Be quiet! I swear, If I die today, I’m comin back to haunt you.”
We moved Tony from the basement up to the admin hallway. It is easier to keep an eye on him up here instead of in the basement. He is not doing well. He isn’t holding any food down but we are trying to get him to drink sips of water. I have known people who have died from dehydration. Honestly, I have know people to die with less injuries.
Marty, Gretchen and Cecelia are researching how to help him. With any luck they will find a solution we can accomplish with the resources we have available. The kids are taking turns sitting with Tony and keeping him comfortable.
I went to the market plaza in search of new shoes today. The pair I own are falling apart at the seams. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a pair comfortable shoes in better condition than the ones I am wearing. There is a bigger market a day away but I don’t want to travel the distance for shoes. While shopping, I overheard people discussing Central and their wicked ways. The goons of Central are causing trouble all over town. No one is happy. Many feels helpless and deeply worried. I feel their pain. Central stole our fuel and there wasn’t a dang thing we could do about it.
I dreamt about being home again last night. I swear I could almost feel and smell the clean sheets. It felt like a weekend. On of those mornings, when you had a great night sleep: a familial smells wakes you. My mom was in the kitchen making her famous biscuits. I miss those biscuits. I miss the strawberry jam. I don’t know what woke me from my dream but it was a let down when I realized it wasn’t real.