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“Dantalion Manson, at yer service. Well, to an extent. Call me Dan.” Dan said, lighting up the cigarette between his lips. Something that was definitely hard to come by in these times. He used to hate his name but with his parents gone he felt obligated to honor the name they gave him in some way. Dan looked up at the person before him and offered them a smoke.

“So, who’re you?”

[itzythebitsysurvivngspider]

𝕴 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖊 || Itzy & Dan

@dantalionmanson

Looking in the dirty and cobweb-covered mirror in the women’s bathroom, she sighed and shoved the last of the toilet paper and paper towels she could scrounge up in her bag before heading back into the main part of the diner. Groaner corpses littered the floor, her bat decorated with the oozing fluids that were a by-product of getting by them. Her attention went to the kitchen, going around the counter and noticed the stairs. They’d been blocked off which definitely spelled trouble.

A sigh escaped as the tiny medic shifted the bag onto her back more securely and started clearing the way, glad not to hear any noise from below at least. Maybe it was done by someone that was planning to return for whatever was down there? With the aching in her stomach, Itzy didn’t care. She finally opened it enough to crawl through, her bat in hand, as awkward a movement as that became. Looking around, she noticed no Groaners, but canned and bulk foods. There apparently hadn’t been enough room upstairs in the kitchen, even with the walk-in up there. So their supply of non-perishables was kept in the basement. She eyed the second walk-in that was down below and decided against it. One time of dealing with rancid meat smell was enough.

Instead, she grabbed the plastic container she spotted and loaded it up, taking her bag down to do the same. If she hadn’t thought someone might return, Itzy might have holed up there. But there were some houses a straight shot up the large hill from the diner that weren’t too bad off. One was where she’d been holing up. Her goal was to make it to the dock, down to clear one of the Coast Guard ships. The smaller one shouldn’t be too bad, so she was slowly working up to it. So far she’d drawn six Groaners off it. But she had no idea how many might be trapped below.

Her bag was filled to capacity and her container as well, it meant she wouldn’t starve to death after all. Grabbing one of the single serving containers of cereal, she opened it and nearly wept, her stomach happy to finally have some small bit of food once more. Itzy continued walking through the shelves, cereal in hand as she bent down to see what else she might be able to find, maybe another bag. The handle of her bat was tucked under her arm but at the first sign of another’s presence, she dropped the last of her treat and turned, bat aimed at whoever it might be, heart racing.

“Son of a bitch. We really need to stop doing this, Dandelion.”

[itzythebitsysurvivngspider]

Ｃｏｍｅ Ｂａｃｋ （Ｈｏｍｅ） Ｔｏ Ｍｅ

@dantalionmanson

Leading Dan down to the docks, she licked her lips and looked at the three USCGCs that were lined up. Pointing to one of the smaller ones, she nudged him and nodded. “That one. I got about six off so far. We have to go get the ramp from where I hid it. I have no idea how many more are down below,” she told him as she turned and nodded to the Museum. “I pushed it in there. Unless you want to try and get on another way, that stupid ramp staircase thing is the easiest way I’ve found.” They needed a more secure place for a camp, the attic wasn’t going to do it. So she was going to finish what she started. That’s all they could do, she refused to join other’s camps. It never went well in the past.