"Fucking hell," grumbled Colt as he watched Sadie and her newest rescue leaving the sixth floor. He could talk to that woman until he was blue in the face, and she would still do what she wanted to.
It was not a good idea to bring strangers into the mix. Things were tense enough amongst the survivors, especially with supplies running low. Soon enough, he was going to have to go out and try to find an alternative food source. Bark would work if he could find a spruce, pine, elm, or birch, but most wouldn't be willing to eat it.
"I feel ya, man," agreed Désiré as he clamped a hand on Colt's shoulder. "Hattie is one woman dat you don' wanna be messin' with. She's got her own ideas. As a man, it be better ta just go with dem. Might let you live longer, too."
