Suitable Bags of Flesh

Chapter 13 (part 1)

Chapter 13

The cold night covered Trust and Betts as both sat near the rooftop door, leaning on the nest Trust had built for the two of them before. Wood from a broken door serving as a stable wall with metallic frames from a dismantled hospital bed not in use, serving as the roof of their fixer-upper abode.

An impression of two children spending time under the night sky, with their pitched-up tent ready for the camping night they wanted to experience for so long. Soiled blankets served as their seats, cushioning their bums from the cement’s rough cold feel.

Five alternate squawking sounds came from the remaining crows still perched at the edge of the rooftop. Their similar-looking beady eyes all blinked in succession then followed their heads, turning to the direction somewhere away from the building. Trust who sat on the blankies half-awake opened his eyes to look at them, annoyed but quite troubled about their message. Someho