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EIGHT 「war of hearts」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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THE GROUP OF them returned with meager supplies. A few cans of food, some discarded bandages, a sketchy looking bottle of aspirin, and a scarf (fashioned by Oscar, of course). It definitely wasn't enough to keep everyone fed for the remnants of the journey, and the medicine was practically useless in terms of Thomas's condition.
The terms of Thomas's condition: he was gone. Jorge and Neil told the group that while they'd been out in the city searching for supplies, a huge WICKED berg had appeared out of nowhere. Men in plastic green suits had dropped out of the berg and abducted Thomas.
Sylvia had been furious. How could they just let him be taken? How could they stand by and watch? Jorge had said that the strange men in the green suits promised they would take care of Thomas, but she didn't trust WICKED. Would they bring Thomas back, or would WICKED have him in the grip of their rotten hands forever?
Sylvia was prepared to kill Jorge. She didn't trust the old man, even though the boys seemed to. He acted weirdly around her, eyes always darting to her arm, even though the wound was covered by her jacket. She was sure Jorge meant to kill her one way or another.
But now, there was nothing to do but sit around and wait. If Sylvia's math was right, they only had about five or six days left to find this 'Safe Haven' and with Thomas gone, she didn't know how long they could afford to wait before they needed to start moving again.
It was the middle of the day, the sun bright and blistering in the sky. Everyone had gathered in the rundown shack they'd found and most were trying to get a few hours of rest while they could. Sylvia lay on the sheet that had been spread on the ground, sandwiched between Hayden and Oscar.
Between the hot, stuffy air, sweaty boys, Thomas's absence lingering in the air, and what she'd just done to Minho, Sylvia found it hard to fall asleep. She didn't know how long she'd been laying there, staring up at the dry-rotted ceiling and wondering if things would ever stop being this bad.
