B2 was quiet. At least, until the echoing creak of the trapdoor sounded, and Mikey crawled out, a satchel slung over his shoulder.
It was eerie how silent things were. As Mikey stepped inside, the trapdoor fell shut, making him flinch once again. A yelp escaped him as well, but still, nothing stirred. It seemed to be completely abandoned.
"But Alexa wouldn't have hid down there and led herself to her death if nobody was here. And, that trapdoor is the only way out, and if they did leave, they would've found her. They have to be here."
Soon enough, Mikey felt a strange sensation along his spine, like he was being watched. He looked every place his eye could catch, trying to see if he could spot at least one person, as what he was feeling confirmed the presence of someone. He set his satchel on the ground beside him, planning to search around.
Just then, Mikey felt a force slam into his back, sending him straight down. He cried out as he was pinned fiercely, and it was revealing to be a person. Mikey wanted to be relieved, but fear overrode everything else once he saw him bring out a knife.
Following the attack, the rest of the residents came out from their homes, eager to see their guest, shouting incoherently. Soon enough, a tight crowd had formed around him; everyone was pushing each other to see him.
"Back up!" The man holding him down snapped, waving the knife in his hand around, causing them to jump back in fear. "How do you expect me to do this if y'all are constantly breathing down my neck?"
"You're probably planning to keep her all to yourself." A woman with a purple shirt accused. "Like you tried to do with Alexa."
"I didn't try to- you know what? Whatever. You're gonna get the last bite as payback for that. Also, I couldn't keep her all to myself even if I wanted - I wouldn't be able to finish her. Look how fat she is! She's going to feed all of us."
"Can everyone stop saying that?" Mikey snapped, confusion, fear, and anger overwhelmingly spiraling in his head. This was just the the first thing he let spill. "I'm not a girl, and I'm not fat either!"
"Sorry!" The girl from earlier replied. "You just sounded like a female at first."
"It doesn't matter." The male pinning him dismissed, shooing away a few people who'd tried to get closer while he was distracted. "Just stand back so I can do this properly. Last it time it was way too bloody because you all went for it at the same time."
He held his knife to Mikey's throat, right as the turtle began to tremble as he came to the realization at what these people had resorted to with those men dead. Killing people on their own, without any official equipment. Even if they weren't starving right now, Mikey still had to do this - if it wasn't going to be starvation that picked them off one by one, then it would be murder by desperate people. Brutal and cold.
"I can't believe you were stupid enough to come back here." He muttered. "Especially without your little friend to protect you."
"Wait-" Mikey started, but the man clasped his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. It was then, now that Mikey couldn't explain himself, that he started to fully panic.
He aimed his body movements at something in the distance, and a few people caught on to what he was trying to do and followed his gaze. When they saw his satchel sitting near the entrance, they became curious. Even the man with the knife stopped what he was doing to see what was distracting them.
Someone opened it, and it revealed about ten cans of beans. The person cried out in glee, and everyone else filtered their attention to that instead.
"Holy shit, is that food?" The man asked, taking his hand off Mikey's mouth. He nodded shakily.
