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"Forget it."
Morgan gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. This was not the time to start a fight, not if they wanted to stay not-dead. "Look. Tyler. This place," she waved an arm, taking in the rapidly-degrading basement their group currently called home, "this place isn't gonna last us forever."
"We can worry about that when--"
"--it happens, I know, but think about it. Electricity. Running water. We've been bathing in rainwater and melted snow for half a year now. And when winter comes around again, are we really gonna be okay without any heat?"
Tyler frowned, that particular expression which Morgan had never seen before the gods or demons or monsters or whatever the hell they were had suddenly busted in out of nowhere. Now, he did it so often that she'd started thinking it was her brother's default expression.
"We'll figure something out. Running off to find some place that might not even exist--"
"It does exist! Mary said it did and she's always been right so far." Morgan kept her voice down by a supreme effort of will. Older brothers could be so infuriating.
"And what if she is?" Tyler was unflappably calm, like he always was these days. "What if we go and find this place which still has power and water? You really think it'll be empty?"
Morgan blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean if Mary knows about it, so do other people. Maybe nice people; maybe people with knives and guns. Maybe even them."<
Her triumphant mood, which against all odds had carried through all his protests and lack of enthusiasm, deflated immediately. Whenever anyone said them in that tone of voice, it meant the demons. Or gods. Whatever they were, besides horrible and dangerous.
Morgan looked around at the basement again, at the handful of survivors they'd gathered together. Kids, teens; people who'd lost their parents, either by being separated or... other reasons. Risking them on a whim was stupid. Tyler would even call it careless.
But... Electricity meant heat, refrigeration, radio. A way to get in contact the rest of the world - get out of this wreck of a city. Maybe even find some of their families. And running water meant showers and toilets. If they could find that place and move in, they could stop just surviving and start having something resembling a life again.
You could be killed. Morgan swallowed and steeled herself. She might. But if she didn't at least try, they would be stuck in this rotting basement until they died of something else, anyway.
She looked at her brother – he'd gone back to mending clothes and wasn't even looking at her – and made up her mind.
"I'm going to find the place," she declared, standing up. "And we're going to go there." Even if she had to get them out first.
Morgan gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. This was not the time to start a fight, not if they wanted to stay not-dead. "Look. Tyler. This place," she waved an arm, taking in the rapidly-degrading basement their group currently called home, "this place isn't gonna last us forever."
"We can worry about that when--"
"--it happens, I know, but think about it. Electricity. Running water. We've been bathing in rainwater and melted snow for half a year now. And when winter comes around again, are we really gonna be okay without any heat?"
Tyler frowned, that particular expression which Morgan had never seen before the gods or demons or monsters or whatever the hell they were had suddenly busted in out of nowhere. Now, he did it so often that she'd started thinking it was her brother's default expression.
"We'll figure something out. Running off to find some place that might not even exist--"
"It does exist! Mary said it did and she's always been right so far." Morgan kept her voice down by a supreme effort of will. Older brothers could be so infuriating.
"And what if she is?" Tyler was unflappably calm, like he always was these days. "What if we go and find this place which still has power and water? You really think it'll be empty?"
Morgan blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean if Mary knows about it, so do other people. Maybe nice people; maybe people with knives and guns. Maybe even them."<
Her triumphant mood, which against all odds had carried through all his protests and lack of enthusiasm, deflated immediately. Whenever anyone said them in that tone of voice, it meant the demons. Or gods. Whatever they were, besides horrible and dangerous.
Morgan looked around at the basement again, at the handful of survivors they'd gathered together. Kids, teens; people who'd lost their parents, either by being separated or... other reasons. Risking them on a whim was stupid. Tyler would even call it careless.
But... Electricity meant heat, refrigeration, radio. A way to get in contact the rest of the world - get out of this wreck of a city. Maybe even find some of their families. And running water meant showers and toilets. If they could find that place and move in, they could stop just surviving and start having something resembling a life again.
You could be killed. Morgan swallowed and steeled herself. She might. But if she didn't at least try, they would be stuck in this rotting basement until they died of something else, anyway.
She looked at her brother – he'd gone back to mending clothes and wasn't even looking at her – and made up her mind.
"I'm going to find the place," she declared, standing up. "And we're going to go there." Even if she had to get them out first.