Day 49: The Pet Supply Place

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The bus ride had passed quickly enough, and then the moment of truth had come. The town, rather than being torn to shreds by rioting patients and the crazed undead, was more or less in good order. That was what Harvey had figured when he'd first exited the bus, anyway. His second thought had been that he was glad he had a raincoat. The drizzle was

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When the kid's voice rose a little too high, high enough to earn some attention from the workers here, Harvey sent him a glare that would have stabbed him in the chest if it could have. It didn't take much to fray at his nerves these days, and this random stranger had been hitting all of the wrong buttons so far. Almost like he was trying.

It almost made him want to withhold the information just to teach the stranger a lesson, but Harvey knew that that was treading into the wrong sort of territory. It was no skin off of his back to answer the kid's questions, even if there were about ten other things he'd rather be doing.

The town was uninteresting, anyway.

"This is only my second time here, but from what I've gathered, last week was the first time." Which meant that there was really no way to know what to expect this time around. There was no pattern to work off of. "And I don't think you need to worry so much about that. There're a lot of different things to choose from here." When it was steal a gun or get your leg chewed off? Harvey was pretty sure he knew what choice any sane person would make.