Digging through your backpack, you lay out everything you'd gotten on your supply run. Cans, rolls, and other various equipment you thought might come in handy. Sugarcube let's out an animated 'wow' as you hand her a pack of crayons. It was one of the only art supplies that wasn't dirty or bloodied by whatever poor survivor was in the store before you. That'll keep her pre-occupued for a bit.

Using both your arms, you scoop all the supplies closer to you, prepared to continue counting everything, yet you're unfortunately reminded of the... other child that lives with you. As soon as Sugar's out of earshot, Minty's pokerface completely falls. He whips his attention back to you, a discomforted and sour expression lacing his face.

"This is fucked up." No shit. An order to abandon The Rings had been issued by all other regions, cutting off all methods of transportation. The trains going had stopped running. You ou were trapped. Stuck. Although you could travel on foot, Minty wouldn't make the trip through the Outskirts. Despite your strained relationship, you won't just leave him here to die. You wouldn't do that to Sugarcube.

"And you, you're driving me nuts! What's the plan?! Just... survive? Until what?" Ignoring him, you continue to mentally count everything you have. Enough food to atleast last the week, thankfully. Supply runs filled you with dread. Infected were at every crevice and corner of the city by now.

"I'd like to just fucking leave! But we can't! Those... things are everywhere now! They're out there, every fucking day now!" He huffs, sitting back down. Tension fills the air as he stares you down, eyes narrowing and fur standing on end.

"What are we going to do?"