“How do you think people will start acting if we don’t punish the looters?”
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“How do you think people will start acting if we don’t punish the looters?”
Alice had just traded in some of her ration tickets for a loaf of bread when she overheard two young girls talking about a new boy in town. She couldn't help but give a small smile at their conversation—it was almost surreal that they were discussing something that once used to be so normal.
Ravenswood itself was surreal. There was a system for paying for goods, a fortified wall, town meetings. It was controlled and organized in a way that Chicago hadn’t been. When travellers spoke of Ravenswood, they spoke of a haven, not a quarantine.
Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that someone had been speaking to her until they touched her shoulder. Her smile disappated and she looked up, missing the last of what the other had just said.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
“Am I the only who thinks what we’re planning to do with the prisoners a little excessive? There has to be a better way,” she muttered softly.
“Yeah, I know how that is... The whole not sleeping thing blows. It was worse when I first got here but now the insomnia is back, plus all the patrolling, I feel like I’m back on the force again.”
"God, I need a drink. Or like, ten."
They may not have been as pristine as they once were but Andi had picked up a few tricks over the years for getting the grease and oil stains out of her clothing. Especially her work ones. Her father may have taught her how to get them dirty but it had been her mother who’d taught her how to get them back out again. Laundry detergent wasnt easy to come by and neither was dishwashing detergent either but Andi always made sure to grab some whenever she could. As she wandered the grocers, basket in hand, Andi headed down to where she knew it was kept however when she went to grab a bottle of the powder she bumped into someone else’s hand, knocking the box to the floor and it burst open, spitting powder across her shoes. “Well that’s just great,” she muttered angrily.
“Fucking hell, if one more person comes up to me to complain about shit then I swear to god I’m shooting them in the face. Yes, I know there’s no electricity. Yes, I fucking know about the looting. I’m on top of things so fuck off and let me do my god damn job.” Snapping at the unfortunate young man that had worked up the courage to approach him, Wolf staring the little fucker down till he lost whatever nerve had carried him to the SEAL said nothing in terms of an apology as the young man turned on heel and walked away with glassy eyes. “Fucking hell. Like there’s not shit that needs to be done in this town.”
It wasn’t very much like Josh to stick around after he was done with his training but Murphy had followed after him into the ring and the SEAL opted to supervise his cousin, silently watching the other man’s violent moves unfold before him. “This is better than primetime TV.” He observed with a smirk when he felt someone walking up to him as Murphy took control of the exchange. As deadly as he could be, it never ceased to leave Josh in awe to witness his brothers techniques play out. It filled him with pride and respect. “