Gin can never get anyone to talk about the catastrophe. Never mind that finding someone in the first place is a feat within itself. Sure,
the city has its tiny portion of residents holed away in various corners, but they prefer the inner city. If they hide among the wreckage, surrounding themselves with buildings far beyond repair, it almost looks
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A boy. Probably not much older than Josh. A survivor, like him.
He smiles. Meeting his own kind - decent human beings - is too rare for him not to at least talk.
"What are you askin' for?" He called up. "Ammo, canned food, favors? I'm willin' to parley."
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"Here's my goods, yeah? Show me what you've got!"
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Dried apricot, it looked like to him. Sulfur-treated, if it was that brightly colored - a problem for some people, but not for him personally.
Josh shrugged off his pack, and reached into a pocket for a box. He presented it and opened it; inside were about two-dozen shotgun shells.
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It's what keeps him planted on the balcony, quietly staring down at the man.
Who offers anything up for free? is what he should inquire. That's enough of a warning sign, but: "What is it? Show me."
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Multiples of anything was a rarity in itself.
"-if ya take yer jacket and pack off, and take ten steps away from 'em both, I'll come down!"
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But he'd known, of course. He'd known it would be difficult. Hadn't everyone in the settlement told him so before he'd left? You'll just die out there.
There's nothing to find.
Savages will capture you and chew on your bones.
It's not like you're going to find him, anyway.
"I'll show them," he mutters for maybe the hundredth time. "I'll show them. He has to be somewhere out there. He can't have just disappearThen he's jumping, skittering back several feet and reaching into his pocket while jerking his head up to scan ( ... )
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"Take yer hand out of yer pocket, though, or else I'm gonna disappear!"
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He dutifully looks up, spotting the scrawny, light-haired kid hanging out of one of the buildings - and how he didn't fall or it didn't crumble under him, he had no idea. Suspicious, pride stung, but with no other option than to just turn around and take off, Lea eases his hand back out of his pocket, glaring up with narrowed eyes.
"You really mean what you just said? About the fruit?"
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