" And don't you ever bring that walking trash can back here ever again or I'll fuckin' bury you both!"
" C'mon, fuck them. Raiders will take them soon enough. Let's just find somewhere else to stay the night. We'll be okay."
I wasn't sure if we would. After this I'm not sure how much more heartache Jesse can tolerate. To go what she went through during the end, and what she lost after the event. Only to be the subject of prejudice from the manager and his muscle. They grabbed her out of bed then they stripped and beat her. Being held and forced to watch I felt so helpless. With nothing more than an empty threat they threw us out into the waste without our gear.
No matter what, I promised her we'll stick together and I mean it.
* Recently I've been thinking of the human element of a recent apocalypse. The dangers of exposure to the elements are rivaled by the cold callousness of people who have the means to survive, but refuse to help others and take what they want. But the relief come in the form of having friends close to you. And also having people dress like average people and not strap the contents of the entire kitchen cupboard to their chest.*