Love
Deity
My weapon, at least, Mr. Cook, was not procured from everywhere. Back where I come from, we loved our guns. This here's just a little pistol from back there. A memory of times past. Anyway, I'm not that big into guns. Sure, I kept a shotgun in my house for defense, but heavens, I don't like warfare. I wasn't too keen on hunting either.
But, back to the point, Mr. Cook. Why can't we walk up and ask for food? I'm sure the good Doctor has money. We could sell things. Or, God forbid Mr. Cook, we could do some honest work.
In any case, there's no need to be so condescending to the child. Look, Alen, we know the outpost might exist. That's good enough for me. If it exists, we'll hole up. If it doesn't, it's not like it's in the opposite direction of the town. We'll be able to make our way there.
I think i may have lost my money, since the government placed me in the clinic, which is more like a prison they they took all my money and sent it to my family in Eastduke, at least so they said...