The man laughs bitterly, spreading his hands like he's a game show host. "We don't have much."
Sleeping bags. Backpacks. (There are far too many tiny ones for just Nancy and Jordan alone.) Lamps guttering on dying battery power. Tins of ravioli, of peaches, of anything that can be eaten cold and not make someone sick. Coloring books filled with aimless scribbling. Stuffed animals. Heaps of worn-out clothing.
A lone Colt M4 leaning against a locker. (The nametag above the door says "Rodriguez". Lindianne pauses there before shaking her head and walking away. It's not worth it now. There's bigger things at stake.)
The children stick to Lindianne while she helps them pack. The man, however, stays where he is. He watches them for a moment before sighing. "Merry Christmas." There's no mirth in that statement.
A long pause.
"Their names are Nancy and Jordan Rosenthal. Their parents-" He pauses, swallowing. "Their parents got the bug. It was four days ago." Nothing else has to be said. He picks up his pack from where he dropped it, swinging it back onto his shoulders. "I tried my best."
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Sleeping bags. Backpacks. (There are far too many tiny ones for just Nancy and Jordan alone.) Lamps guttering on dying battery power. Tins of ravioli, of peaches, of anything that can be eaten cold and not make someone sick. Coloring books filled with aimless scribbling. Stuffed animals. Heaps of worn-out clothing.
A lone Colt M4 leaning against a locker. (The nametag above the door says "Rodriguez". Lindianne pauses there before shaking her head and walking away. It's not worth it now. There's bigger things at stake.)
The children stick to Lindianne while she helps them pack. The man, however, stays where he is. He watches them for a moment before sighing. "Merry Christmas." There's no mirth in that statement.
A long pause.
"Their names are Nancy and Jordan Rosenthal. Their parents-" He pauses, swallowing. "Their parents got the bug. It was four days ago." Nothing else has to be said. He picks up his pack from where he dropped it, swinging it back onto his shoulders. "I tried my best."