shotgunshellsandfeathers:
“see if we’re makin’ that ‘nto a wager, if ya’ find
cigarettes too you’ll have me owin’ ya’ one.
whipper-snapper.”
Another smile twitched onto his lips, fleeting as quickly
as it’d appeared. Calloused fingers spread across the
cold counter, the bat rolling lazily from the gentle nudge,
Will paused, tipping onto his heels with a low snort of a
laugh and tip of his head.
“go. knock ya’self out, ‘ll keep an eye out t’ make
sure ya’ get back ‘n one piece. miracle or no.”
“no expiration date on y’ ownin’ me there,mate.”
she crouched down and tightened the worn leather
of her boots, followed by emptying her supplies out
of her bag to lighten her load.
“- y’ gonna be ownin’ me outta ass when I come back
with both and some grub--”
though his smile had faded hers lit her features again,
she remembered the grate she had seen on the way
to the town, either it was an old fallout shelter or a tornado
cellar. Either way there was a chance that there was
supplies still within and she needed the pack space for
what she could find.
her footfalls were quite dodging the patches of dead limbs
and the frost. the gun she flitched in hand, though she was
certain that there wasn’t anything that close in the woods.
it was out of habit and the fact that she had no bolt cutters
and she was next to certain if there wasn’t an easy way through
the grate there would be a lock somewhere.
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