[ Carver takes a spot that affords him the best view of the room and everyone in it, and then he pulls his plate close and eats with methodic intensity. Not too quickly - no point in making himself sick - but absolutely wolfing it down before someone tries to take it from him.
Times have been good lately. They've had plenty of food for a while now, ever since they took their latest camp and slaughtered the original inhabitants - or most of them, anyway. Only the cleanup remains, the stragglers who they'll run down in the dark and then hang from the wall as a warning to the rest. They've got enough food to get them through the winter, easy, but it hasn't always been that way.
You eat when there's food in front of you. One day there won't be. Survival was the first lesson, back before the world ended. He learned it well.
His eyes flick to Scott, sharp and wary. ]
One that was actually open? Don't know. Nobody keeps track anymore.
[ Not even Pope, not when the years keep blending into each other. ]
Something like ten, twelve years.
[ He had them make his cheeseburgers well done. He'll eat anything that's in front of him, but there's something about red meat when he doesn't know where it's from. Better to cook the shit out of it and let those memories go. ]
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Times have been good lately. They've had plenty of food for a while now, ever since they took their latest camp and slaughtered the original inhabitants - or most of them, anyway. Only the cleanup remains, the stragglers who they'll run down in the dark and then hang from the wall as a warning to the rest. They've got enough food to get them through the winter, easy, but it hasn't always been that way.
You eat when there's food in front of you. One day there won't be. Survival was the first lesson, back before the world ended. He learned it well.
His eyes flick to Scott, sharp and wary. ]
One that was actually open? Don't know. Nobody keeps track anymore.
[ Not even Pope, not when the years keep blending into each other. ]
Something like ten, twelve years.
[ He had them make his cheeseburgers well done. He'll eat anything that's in front of him, but there's something about red meat when he doesn't know where it's from. Better to cook the shit out of it and let those memories go. ]