I felt for one particular bottle and read the label. I frowned at the name and I opened the bottle.
“Maj, I found it."
She tried to put a fake label on it, thinking it would deter me.
I handed it to her and she nodded her head.
" Welcome." She simply said and turned to her Cookies as if nothing happened.
I turned to Brent and handed him the bottle.
“How do you feel?." I asked concerning the fact that killing a last survivor actually meant something.
“Restlessness. This isn't the first time it has happened to me."
“How do you stop the feeling?."
“You don't stop it, just burnt it out. I exercise and train for hours."
He opened the bottle and sniffed it as if he couldn't already smell it with it's lid open.
“Smell nice."
“It doesn't taste nice."
He chuckled and took one sip. The
