Chapter 345: The Snow’s Stopped
"Fucking hell," grumbled Colt as he watched Sadie and her newest rescue leaving the sixth floor. He could talk to that woman until he was blue in the face, and she would still do what she wanted to.
It was not a good idea to bring strangers into the mix. Things were tense enough amongst the survivors, especially with supplies running low. Soon enough, he was going to have to go out and try to find an alternative food source. Bark would work if he could find a spruce, pine, elm, or birch, but most wouldn’t be willing to eat it.
"I feel ya, man," agreed Désiré as he clamped a hand on Colt’s shoulder. "Hattie is one woman dat you don’ wanna be messin’ with. She’s got her own ideas. As a man, it be better ta just go with dem. Might let you live longer, too."
Colt found himself nodding with the Cajun man before stopping himself fast. He didn’t want to form any type of friendship with these people. Having Sadie insist that they take care of the other 26 remaining survivors in the building was bad enough.
"Donna worry," sighed Ronan as he looked at the door. "We’ll be gone as soon as possible. We wanna be ’ere a much as you want us ’ere."
"You’ll be on the 8th floor," announced Colt, shutting down his emotions as he narrowed his eyes at Dante and Luca. "If your dog isn’t housebroken, you will be cleaning up after him. If you don’t, I’m not too particular about where my meat comes from nowadays."
"Fine," shrugged Salvatore. Tank could use the toilet just like the rest of them; it wasn’t like he wasn’t housebroken in either form.
"But first, I’m putting you to work. No one stays here without working for their place," announced Colt as he strolled away. His legs were long, so he easily ate up the distance toward the stairway. However, none of the other men had a problem keeping up. "The rest of you stay here and be on guard. I’m worried that the wolves are going to make their move soon. If we’re running out of food, they’ll have been starving for a few days now."
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