“There’s barely any decent food left to buy—just greasy fast food and junk that’ll kill your insides. But you guys won’t believe what I just stumbled across. I found the most amazing bakery I’ve ever seen, and I swear, you’re gonna love it as much as I do,” said one of the agents who’d gone out to grab food for the crew, just like Lurkin had casually suggested.
Lurkin’s suggestion was really just a way to keep Ricky from yelling like a lunatic, especially with Vischa being around, but still, it worked out. They got food, bottled water, and even some meds that might actually help them feel halfway human again.
“You’re a legend—wait, is that paracetamol?” one of the agents asked the woman who had just returned.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “I also grabbed some antacids, and just in case anyone nee
