The Survivor Kind

“You two seem to be keeping yourselves fed,” I said. “Do you mind me asking how?”

“Yes.” Robert’s voice was hostile and he put a hand on his machete. I raised both hands and took a step back.

“Fair enough. Sorry I asked.”

“How about you? Where are you from?” The questions were a challenge.

“Robert, be nice.”

“No Ma’am, it’s okay. I don’t mind telling you. There’s a group of us that found a place to hole up outside of Cortez.”

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