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.