"If we get shot, it's totally your fault," Maverik whispers, peeking over the bush in front of us.
"Says the guy who agreed to do this with me," I push his head down, assessing the abandoned house in front of us. "You wouldn't have come if you didn't think this was a good idea."
"I came because you're an idiot who does stupid things!" I roll my eyes at his comment. "Now, LETS GO!"
Maverik is a tall, sturdy guy from my Elite.
You're probably wondering that means. "Elite" is a dumb confusing word the first Elite leader made to name groups of people immune to the poisoning, approximately 7 years ago. Why he didn't just call it a group, I don't know. It's pretty cool sounding though, once you get over the confusion.
Anyways, back to Maverik. Hes handsome, (for a guy) standing around 5'8 with dark skin and curly back hair. He has a scar on his right cheek, but not the kind of cheek you're thinking about. (I wont explain how I know this.)
In front of us is a two story house, stained with smoke and eerie looking in the fading light. We creep inside through the open door, and begin our hunt. Canned food, lighters or matches, shampoo and hygiene products, anything useful to us.
But we leave empty handed. Not because there were no goods, though. Our job is to scout out places with valuable goods, then report back to the head of the Elite, who sends in large groups of people to ransack the entire house at once. It's easier that way, since everything is valuable now, but not easy to transfer quietly.
"Did you steal anything?" I whisper to Mavrik, holding tightly onto the object in my pocket. We are forbidden to take anything solely for ourseleves. Its wasteful, they say. Selfish. Not that that ever stopped us.
"Yeah," he leans into my ear "i took a box of Graham crackers." I lick my lips at the thought, and he sighs, realizing he's now doomed to share.
"Woow, how scandalous" I bump into him with a snicker, wondering if I should snatch the box and run.
"What about you? Dont tell me you didn't. I know you did." His eyes glisten at the thought of what food or nice smelling thing I might have aquired.
"A vibrater" the buzzing in my pocket confirms my statement.
He stops and we stare at eachother for a second, before laughing hysterically.
"Now THAT'S scandalous!" Maverik shakes his head.
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