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what a fucking wednesday

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we remain on wildfire chapter 16 lockdown here is a very rough excerpt from that. jestiny is making new friends all over the place.

She instinctively turned to press her nose against fleece and inhale in search of those familiar, comforting scents — only to find the dull baking soda and bar soap of the makeshift detergent Tammy had washed her clothing with while she lay passed out. (With complaints that she’d just stopped doing laundry for Wheaty and wasn’t about to start doing it for someone who shouldn’t even be there anyways, and this was just to get her out of the Wolf’s Den as soon as possible. Fine by her, Jestiny had snapped as she snatched the jacket, and she’d had no right to strip her and go through her fucking clothes anyways, she added as she hurried to shove the watch laying in the pile of carefully removed items back into her pocket.)

It got the death smell out, she’d give it that, but it wasn’t as pleasant as —

She grunted aloud, tearing herself from the fabric and looking forward in time to see a body falling from the deer stand with an arrow piercing his chest.

“Fuckers go down easy.”

‘...We no longer hunt for our food, search for our water, or make fire…’

“Listen to this shit. You think someone told Jacob a lie they got rid of the fucking girl scouts or something and his ass was dumb enough to believe it?” the archer complained as she stood to rip the wires from the metal box affixed to the trunk of the tree, killing the low hum of the speakers. “Everyone around here goes hunting. Whole fucking population of this county probably built a fucking campfire within the past week. Most of us just ain’t roasting innocent folks alive on ’em.”

“Huh? Sorry,” Jestiny coughed, shooting up to stand. “I wasn’t listening to that shit,” she laughed, flashing a grin to the woman beside her. At least one of the very few highlights of her time in the Whitetails had been meeting Jess Black — not half bad as company, and more than great as combat backup. “Real fuckin’ easy to tune out, if you ask me. Like a fucking talk radio rant.”

It was easy to tune out, she’d let most of the man’s speeches fade in the background of her awareness since she’d been there, barely fuzzy memories, certainly easier to tune out than —

She shook her head, reinstituting the mental don’t think about him, because you’re never going back there policy for herself for the umpteenth time that day.

She returned her attention to the present, nodding in the direction of smoke clouding the horizon. “Speaking of fire, though,” she whispered to Jess. “Think I see more of their fuckin’ party over there.”

“The fuck we waiting around here talking for, then?” she rasped in reply, crouching down to move through the grass. “Time to end those fuckers.”

#to be clear jessie DOES consider tammy a friend that is just how she talks to her besties #poor meow meow no longer having her laundry done to standard tho:/#wip

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