she figured he must of been parched by how relief washed over him as he finally drank, it was a feeling she was all to familiar with now that her home had been destroyed. it was back to scavenging and staying alive as she searched for sanctuary. the bottled he returned was placed back inside her bag.
‘ atlanta ? ‘ she repeated,
a bit surprised. the city
wasn’t safe anymore.
‘ the city belongs to
the dead. ‘
[he blinks. james lifts a hand and scrubs it over
his face. all this walking, running, killing…all for
that damn city and now– now he’s aimless. ]
“ you’ve gotta be
kidding me. ”