[ Better iron: there's some in Gideon, maybe. But how much can Meg carry, really? Mortar? Fuck that. She doesn't have time to research mortar compositions. And no way to do it really, unless she got deeper into Evan's own compound. Hard liquor though...
Her lips feel bone dry, brittle too. Her thumb nail wears at the release gauge. She wishes it was a grenade. ]
I dug up a jug once in Dead Dog. Straight moonshine. It tasted like gasoline.
It tasted— great.
[ Without her stick to wear her teeth on, on the last word, her throat whistles. Dry and pained. ]
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Her lips feel bone dry, brittle too. Her thumb nail wears at the release gauge. She wishes it was a grenade. ]
I dug up a jug once in Dead Dog. Straight moonshine. It tasted like gasoline.
It tasted— great.
[ Without her stick to wear her teeth on, on the last word, her throat whistles. Dry and pained. ]