Ramona. Marlene went straight for the pair of sneakers, as the boots on her feet felt uncomfortable and were threatening to leave blisters. She knew best. However, the girl from Two seemed to have gotten a similar idea, or at least the same taste in shoes. Marlene didn’t afford to chuckle nervously at the coincidence. There they were, face to face, in a context that lacked any rules. They were all going to kill each other, and Ramona didn’t seem the kind of person to hesitate or feel bad about shoving Marlene.
She did not know what to say, not wanting to back off and not wanting to get killed either. Instead, she arched her eyebrows at Ramona, hands on the heels of the sneakers. “What now?”
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