"Right. No animals. No bodies. No cars. No weapons." She rattles off this list with increasing annoyance. This place doesn't make any fucking sense to her and that doesn't help. Being stuck in a place that makes no sense is nothing but frustration.
"What's so interesting about closets and shit?" she asks, glancing up at his face. It hasn't really occurred to her that those places matter. In her experience, they're as likely to be cleaned out as anywhere else is. But then, her experience is decades after the world pretty much ended.
"Uh...they're probably all pretty similar but what about that one on the corner?" she suggests, pointing at the house in question, a two story deal at the end of the street.
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"What's so interesting about closets and shit?" she asks, glancing up at his face. It hasn't really occurred to her that those places matter. In her experience, they're as likely to be cleaned out as anywhere else is. But then, her experience is decades after the world pretty much ended.
"Uh...they're probably all pretty similar but what about that one on the corner?" she suggests, pointing at the house in question, a two story deal at the end of the street.