"I'm like hungry about to die hungry and my clothes stink. Look at me. I am a tramp. Oh my god I am. I am a tramp. I'm homeless. I have nothing. I look like I've been dragged through hell. Did you mention anything about food earlier? I am starving. Do they have showers here? Clay?" I ask him and stare at my reflection in a cracked mirror. We're in the abandoned theatre, which is HUGE, filled with dusty rooms, and a huge hall, but right now we're in the girls toilet. Clay has kinda followed me, he stands by the door and watches me peering a my zombie homeless reflection,
"I got some energy bars." He starts to say, my mood lightens a bit,
"Clothes? Do you have any? Look at this..." I pull my almost dirt black (once white) shirt forwards and show him. "It's stained with everything."
"I'll
