Perspective Protagonist...Group novella

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I was shocked at the amount of useful supplies Patrick and Fred had been able to recover from the small town. My reaction also extended to how much of it Aaron was able to carry. A good thing, since after my sprint I was barely able to walk back to the bus carrying my own girth, slight though it might be.

Fred was by far the first to see that there were three people in front of the bus. His eyes are extremely sharp--he was pulling out a gun before any of us even knew what was going on. Fortunately he also took off running towards the bus, otherwise I think Patrick would have had him in a defensive hold in another instant. I wonder if he had been poised for such an event since Fred had joined us--and did he half-suspect the rest of us of doing something dangerous at any minute as well?

Monroe turned out to be friendly, although you wouldn't know it from Vark's wariness. He joined us for our supper of energy bars and small packets of trail mix (Patrick promised Aaron on the next trip they would try to find some food that didn't "taste like freaking dog scrotum,") but later politely refused to stay the night. It was quite strange; he promised to be back in the morning, to lead us to the peach cannery ("Oh good, dog pussy to go with our dog scrotum, gotta have a balanced meal,") but outright refused all attempts to sleep with the group. Instead he ambled off into the darkness, whistling a tune quietly to himself.

In the middle of the night, I awoke to a very disturbing image: an older woman, though how old was hard to say given her extremely disheveled appearance, was rifling through our supplies. I yelled out, and she bolted carrying several bags, but the commotion woke everyone and before I knew it Fred and Patrick had her restrained. Both were exerting a good amount of strength, as the craggy woman thrashed about railing obscenities.

"What do you think you're doing?" hissed Patrick through clenched teeth.