papa died sunday and i understood
Alex's never been much for teams, as a rule, and especially not teams he doesn't trust, so he came to Winnipeg alone.
It's been about two days since he got here, and he lost count of how many of those things he's dropped, and gotten sick of checking the thermometer so he threw his away. He hasn't heard from his feet in a while, but he'll be back to the base he carved out for himself soon enough. He doesn't hunt in the dark; that's when they have the advantage.
There are relief workers, a buzz of cops, but so far from what he can tell they're calling this a cold snap and an outbreak of gang violence. As long as he's careful he can get past the law enforcement just fine, and the things he's killing aren't part of any damn gang. Maybe some of them used to be, but not anymore.
And now he's got a building full of them, and is weighing the benefits of just burning the whole damn thing to the ground. It'd get a lot of attention, but he'll be damned if he tries the place on foot. Once they get you cornered you might as well just shoot yourself, he's discovered.
He's hiding in a Dumpster as he considers this, peering at the building through a rusted out hole and appreciating one of the few benefits of the cold: he can't smell anything, and all the vermin are dead or hiding. It makes the garbage so much more comfortable.
It's been about two days since he got here, and he lost count of how many of those things he's dropped, and gotten sick of checking the thermometer so he threw his away. He hasn't heard from his feet in a while, but he'll be back to the base he carved out for himself soon enough. He doesn't hunt in the dark; that's when they have the advantage.
There are relief workers, a buzz of cops, but so far from what he can tell they're calling this a cold snap and an outbreak of gang violence. As long as he's careful he can get past the law enforcement just fine, and the things he's killing aren't part of any damn gang. Maybe some of them used to be, but not anymore.
And now he's got a building full of them, and is weighing the benefits of just burning the whole damn thing to the ground. It'd get a lot of attention, but he'll be damned if he tries the place on foot. Once they get you cornered you might as well just shoot yourself, he's discovered.
He's hiding in a Dumpster as he considers this, peering at the building through a rusted out hole and appreciating one of the few benefits of the cold: he can't smell anything, and all the vermin are dead or hiding. It makes the garbage so much more comfortable.