"Do you know a place where we can hide?" Erik asked both of us, we were getting desperate as the Military came into earshot. Rose nodded and tip-toed over to a trapdoor which lead into the apartment below. She told us to wait and descended into the dusty air. Screaming and gunshots signaled that the coast was clear. We dropped into the apartment below and after a few minutes ran into the back streets, the harsh sunlight flooding the place.
We ran for a few more minutes until we stopped at a diner that had seen better days.
"We're here." Rose said, hunching over as we caught our breath.
"A... waffle house?" Erik stood up, looking at the exterior.
"Mhm! The family that owns it is from one of those countries in the west that we fought. Ca... Canada? I think."
We entered the store, a little bell signaling our entrance. A child emerged from the back of the restaurant. His eyes widening as he saw us.
"Hi there. Can we get a table near the back?" Rose stooped (she didn't have to stoop very much) to meet his eyeline. He nodded vigorously and led us to a table that was lit by sunlight filtering through a hole in the wall. The seats weren't sticky (thankfully) as we sat down. The kid handed us menus laminated in plastic, mostly everything was out of our price range with the little money I had on me and our group had scraped up. We decided on going for milkshakes, and ordered two chocolate, and one [favorite flavor].
While sipping on chunky milkshakes (that weren't too good) we kept our eyes on the street through stained windows. A few people passed by on bicycles or skateboards or just walking but no signs of Military. After stalling for a few more minutes we walked out of the store and headed 'home.'
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Don't Feed the Freaks (character x reader style)
ActionAs a Citizen, you're granted infinite happiness, wealth and success. As a Freak, you're granted endless violence, inequality and hate. It all depends on one. Little. Beep. Inspired by the Autodale series by David Armsby, Game Over and Strings Attac...
