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Those who rebel will pay. Chase knew it. He once rebelled to FEDRA when he wasn't paid enough after two shifts at the sewers, he had been beaten and locked up for two days, with little to no food and water. It also cost him guard duties with the Fireflies, a rebellion against FEDRA that his mother had been part of years back before her passing. Chase doesn't like to talk about it, but he owns a lot to Marlene.
Dear ol' Marlene, the woman who helped Sage and Chase a few weeks later after the whole outbreak and FEDRA took over the quarantine zone. Marlene had given Chase's mother a job, it was great, it brought more food to the table and a few movies to watch as a family. But that was two years ago and Sage wasn't here anymore, an accident during a Firefly mission, and somehow Chase has felt the responsibility to now take his mother's place inside the Fireflies. He now worked for Marlene.
"Hey Gus, how're the kids?" Chase asked smiling at one of the guards, the blond didn't really care he just needed to make conversation as he walked towards his apartment, the guard didn't even notice his presence letting the adult walk away into the building.
Chase looked around greeting some neighbors he knew, two floors up and four right doors until he reached his own place, the keys dangled on his hands searching for the one to open his place. Opening the door the not so welcoming scent of food greeted him, something had to be rotten, Chase didn't take long to pull his shirt above his nose.
He searched around to find where the odor was coming from, he looked inside the fridge, nothing, on the living room table, clear, in his side table from his room, squeaky clean too, under the bed just in case, but only he would find his shoes and socks. There had to be something rotting, the smell was too strong.
"Where are you, you little fucker." Chase said walking into the kitchen again passing beside the small garbage can he almost gagged. "Oh what the." He took a peek, there it was, a piece of raw meat, he remembered now, he had stole it from Marlene's place a few days ago but when he saw a piece of mold he threw it out.
Chase didn't have another option, he took the bag out of the can and headed out his apartment, back to the first floor he rushed to the emergency exit where the trash containers stood.
