The Mistwalker

Chapter 3

The mess hall barely had any people in it. The food was nothing stellar, but at least it was warm. Noodles with some vegies soaked in broth was about all there was. Milly was slowly eating the meal, while Gorge devoured bowl after bowl. He finished his third bowl and Milly looked at him with a bit of disgust.

Gorge rose an eyebrow. "You gonna finish that, Pinky?"

"I don't think we should be eating everything we see." Milly objected.

"Survival of the fittest." Gorge stated. "With this group of people, it's a lesson you should take to heart."

"I'm not too sure about that." Milly muttered.

"I'm going to have to agree with Gorge on this one." Sly stated as he came up and sat across from them. "And besides. I think there's plenty to go around." Milly just sighed, which made Sly look at Gorge. Gorge just shrugged with a look that said Can you blame her?

"You already eat?" Gorge asked Sly.

"Nah. I ate plenty on the outside when some of us were hunting." Sly answered. "Ayman is truly an apex predator. But I did give my noodles to some kid on the squad. Gives me some good graces with the team."

"You gonna win them over with noodles?" Gorge said with disgust.

Sly nodded. "One bowl at a time." To his disappointment, Milly didn't even crack a smile. She just sat there, staring at her soup.

"Hey Milly." Milly looked up to meet Sly's gaze. "You wanna go shopping after this?"

"Um, what?" Milly said with a tad bit of confusion.

"I mean, not shopping per say, but we can head to that place in the back and get some new clothes." Sly suggested. "You know, what that guy Malcom said."

"Something to change the mood!" Gorge exclaimed. "Since the food didn't do the trick." He muttered under his breath. Milly didn't respond. She just continued to nibble on what she had left.

"I...guess that settles it?" Sly questioned. "Yeah, sure, why not!" He answered himself.

Milly spent the next couple minutes finishing her meal, and then they all left. They made their way to the back of the ward. More people were starting to come out of the different barracks and were exploring. Soon the place was bustling like a mini town.

The clothing house, as Sly liked to call it, was identical to any other barracks on the outside. The inside, however, had rows of crates instead of bunks. Each crate had a variety of clothing items. In the back right corner, there were a couple of washing machines like Malcom had said.

"Holy..." Gorge trailed off in surprise. "There must be enough clothing in here for more than five hundred people."

"You think the guards get their clothes here?" Sly asked incredulously. "I'm sure we won't have a problem finding what we need."

They looked around. Gorge stuck close to Milly, while Sly wandered off. The creates were organized into types of clothes, but sizes were less organized. Milly was searching through a create of jackets when she noticed Gorge looking over her shoulder. She looked back. "Don't you need to find things for yourself?" She asked.

Gorge shrugged. "I'm easy. Don't need much."

"I don't think we'll be here all day." She said with a tad bit of annoyance. Without a doubt, Milly appreciated Gorge, but she wanted to be left to herself with this kind of task. "I'll be fine."