"Your belongings," the official says, handing me a plastic bag filled with my things.
"Thanks," I say, accepting the bag.
I check to make sure I get back everything I came with and exit the building when I see that I do. I walk out of the parking lot and turn left onto the sidewalk, not seeing Kyle. I guess he forgot. I walk home in silence and realize I can now check my phone. I attempt to turn on my phone and sigh when I see that it's dead. I should've known.
I go to my old house and climb in through a back window. Nothing's changed. It's exactly how I left it. There's an awful stench radiating from the fridge. I wasn't allowed to clean it out before I was taken in.
I go downstairs to where my father kept his painting materials and grab a mask and some gloves.
You never know what could be hiding in the depths of that fridge.
I open the door and the stench worsens. Spores of mold cover every inch of the interior, food being impossible to recognize as food.
"Ew," I groan, putting on the gloves and setting to work.
I toss the once edible items into the garbage bag as I hear footsteps behind me. They get closer and I panic, turning around and throwing moldy food at the intruder.
"What the hell?" Kyle asks, jumping out of the way.
"What are you doing?" I ask, my hand over my heart.
"My house wasn't livable so I spent the night here," he explains. "I wasn't expecting my girlfriend to try to kill me with moldy fridge contents."
"Sorry," I laugh.
"What even is that?" He grimaces.
"My best guess is cheese," I say. "Get gloves and help me."
"Hell no," he says, backing away.
"Oh, come on!" I groan. "You're the boy."
"But you're doing such a good job on your own," he smiles.
"Babe," I say.
"What, princess?" He asks.
"Either help me, or get hit with more mold," I smile.
"You suck," he groans.
We finish the fridge in a little over an hour, bringing the garbage bags outside.
"What happened to your house?" I ask when we're sitting on the couch.
"I don't know," he shrugs. "I got to the property and all I saw was a slab of concrete."
"You didn't even get the chance to take your belongings," I say.
"I've got nothing," he sighs. "And I don't know what happened to all the money. If it was in the mattress and the house is gone, where's my shit?"
"It's probably burned with everyone else's," I say.
The local hooligans have a nasty habit of starting fires. They probably burned down Kyle's house soon after he was put into the Department. I was actually surprised to see mine untouched.
"You can stay as long as you want," I say.
"Thanks," he smiles, moving in for a hug and stopping when he notices my fingers covered in band aids. "Mack?"
"It's worse than you think," I sigh.
"What happened?" He asks.
"I snapped," I begin. "I think I broke Natalie's nose."
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Completed. A war-stricken city is learning how to recover from the long line of deaths it has faced. With devastating losses and no one to lead this community through its recovery, things can't possibly get worse for Feldor. That is, until this insi...