Survivors
@babydxhl liked the Thing for a thing
Once again, Ed awoke with a start, glancing around his unfamiliar surroundings with an emotion that was half panic, half exasperation. This was getting old. It appeared to be some abandoned apartment, the window broken in, cool breeze whipping through the weathered and rotting interior as he gathered his jacket and hat and shuffled toward the fire escape, to try to assess where exactly, he was. Any clues that would tell the story of how he got here.
Frustration brewing, he gave a sharp sigh, moving to see if there were any forgotten canned goods locked away in the forgotten cupboards of the kitchenette. He stared with a frown at an unopened can of cat food, and for a brief, brief moment, debated just how hungry he was.
Not that hungry.
He closed it again, put on his hat, pocketed a kitchen knife, and prepared to descend back down to the rubble-covered street. He’d make note of the location once he returned to the library. At least there, he knew he had a few pigeon eggs left.
