The tears stopped almost as
quickly as they had started. I sat there blinking away the last traces of my
remorse as Owen sat next to me with his head bowed. It was a solemn moment
where both of us slipped into the past and faced the things we had tried to brush
aside. My head felt clearer and I didn’t have a heaviness in my gut anymore.
“Are
you hungry?” he asked me after a few more moments of silence.
“I
could eat” I grinned at him. He led me back into the container and set up a
small dinner. The sun was setting outside and the twinkle of the fairy lights was
becoming our only source of light. Looking around at all the things that Owen
had amassed I suddenly really wanted to go home. I wanted my pack and I wanted
my gun.
“I’m
surprised that out of all of you Marla was the one who got to keep my gun” I
said
“What?”
he sounded taken aback, “Oh yeah Marla used to be in the army or something
overseas so she’s the only one out of us who knows how to use it.”
“Did
she get to keep my pack as well or do you divvy up the things you steal?” the
sudden hostility in my voice surprised even me, but the more I thought about it
the angrier I got. “I raided that townhouse before you even got there. I had to
jump out of a fucking window to keep the stuff I took, but it seems you people don’t
mind stealing from an unconscious girl.” He scowled at me and I glared right
back.