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“Look, you ‘wanna serve twenty-three impatient and starving people, then by all means, go ahead. I’m just saying a little less bark would be greatly appreciated.”

There was a roll of her blue eyes, but a hint of a smirk on her lips."Like I said- by all means go ahead. I'm not stopping you."

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“Believe it or not, there’s twenty-three mouths to feed and not a whole lot of food, so if you’re feeling like giving me crap, I could always have you wait until everyone else gets their serving.”

"Oh well by all means then, go ahead. Make me wait. But just make sure not to forget who went out and fucking scavanged all day in order for you to even have that food to serve in the first place."

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@surviivcrs

Brows furrow as she gives the wall a one over. it was frightening in a sense to think that this makeshift slab of steel was the only thing keeping them out. she was thankful for the enclosure. being limited to just the hospital would’ve driven her mad a long time ago. ‘ nice way of thinking ‘port. if only everyone else thought the same way, we’d get a lot more shit done around here. ‘ silken words framed with a proverbial smirk—all part of the lenox family charm. she’d be lying if she said stephen didn’t heavily influence her. the boy had a way with words and a face that could kill. reminded her a lot of daddy dearest. ‘ we’ll have to plan out a run with the scouts. we need more materials to keep this thing supported. i asked thomas and oliver for help but they never showed up. guess i’ll have to cut their rations. ‘ queue a chuckle and a shake of her head; her blonde tresses falling over her shoulder. funny thing was that she could actually cut their rations.

Although he laughed too, there was just a hint of uneasyness behind it."I wouldn't go that far yet. Everyone is already getting pretty frustrated with their lack of rations as is. It would just cause a major uproar to cut a couple of people's even more."He sat down as he was talking, bending his knees so he could rest his forearms on them."And besides, it's not like they've done anything like that before. I'll just have a talk with them when I get back and try to work something out. We all have to pitch in somehow; so they'll need to do their part."

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‘ I think that should hold for now. ‘ there’s a faint lining of sweat glazing her forehead under the heat of the day. the northern wall could have been mauled by a bear by the appearance of it, but it was nothing that could have slipped past her. she was observant. kept tabs on everything, and for good reason. if anything had happened to her people, she would have taken full responsibility for it. this was why every little detail mattered. with help of course, she managed to secure the wall. it should be safe until they had proper resources. ‘ thanks by the way. you’re a real peach. ‘

"Yeah-"A huff of breath was released as he dropped down the remaining supplies on the ground, using his hand to lazily wipe the dirt off of his face. Or at least try to. The two had been working on that damn wall all day; so finally when the sun started to set they had finished it to the best of their ability. Ever since Porter had been randomly dropped into the leader title, the pressure of making sure his group was safe and providing them shelter was his constant priority."It's no problem at all. It had to get done at some point, right? Better sooner rather than later."

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“Pre-apocalypse didn’t prepare me for consistent servings of cold beans.” Disgust is lining his expression. May as well be force-feeding him dog stool at this point because that’s what it feels like. He’s going to eat it - there’s not a chance he’d allow his rations to go to waste, especially in a world like this. But no one said he’d have to enjoy it.

"Hey- it's still ten times better than what I had. You try eating creamed corn for seven days straight."A chuckle emitted from Porter's lips as he held up his own bowl of mush. Don't get him wrong, he could see the guy's point though. Cold anything wasn't necissarily the most preferred. Then again, now it was all they were going to get unless they got a fire going. Unfortunately it was a little risky to try that at the moment.