Except this time he did realize things could be his. He just wasn't so hot on the literacy front.
R didn't even see Pruna. She was small, he was looking at the box instead of paying attention to what could be moving in the shadows among the displays, and hoping he'd have something to give to Howard. He reached it at the same time she did, reaching for the package only to see another pair of hands. When he looked up, he gaped at Pruna in surprise. Where'd she come from?
The weird thing is he thought he recognized her. Maybe. They must've met in an Arena. Chunks of the other Arenas are blurs, especially those periods when he was starving, but he thought he remembered a little girl. Something about a parachute?
"That's mine," R opted for tact. Without the hunger tugging at him, he was leery about trying to manhandle a little girl all of a sudden. She looked like he could squash her on accident. "Pretty sure that's my name on it."
Bluffing. Sometimes an ex-zombie can learn knew tricks (or try, anyway).
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R didn't even see Pruna. She was small, he was looking at the box instead of paying attention to what could be moving in the shadows among the displays, and hoping he'd have something to give to Howard. He reached it at the same time she did, reaching for the package only to see another pair of hands. When he looked up, he gaped at Pruna in surprise. Where'd she come from?
The weird thing is he thought he recognized her. Maybe. They must've met in an Arena. Chunks of the other Arenas are blurs, especially those periods when he was starving, but he thought he remembered a little girl. Something about a parachute?
"That's mine," R opted for tact. Without the hunger tugging at him, he was leery about trying to manhandle a little girl all of a sudden. She looked like he could squash her on accident. "Pretty sure that's my name on it."
Bluffing. Sometimes an ex-zombie can learn knew tricks (or try, anyway).