I hate phone calls. I never know what to say.

Last week I decided to earn money somehow.

Some days, I pretend to be a war veteran that's been reduced to a hobo and just hold out a rusty cup, waiting for people to be sympathetic and drop a few coins in it. Other days, I wash dishes at bars, mostly mutant bars that I have found. There are so many different mutants out there. The ones that are the most intriguing are the ones that don't look human.

Maybe it's Morty's fault.

I blame him.

I wonder where the bugger is now. I sort of… miss him.

Anyways, I also work at the gun shop, in the back. Where no one can see me. The owner doesn't mind that I'm a mutant, he's one of those 'nice' humans. He also feeds me, which I didn't expect one bit. He's quite a good cook. His name is Lenny. Lenny the gun seller guy.

I work there full time now. The days are going by fast, it's been a year now. I actually survived a full year in America.

You could only imagine my excitement.

There was none by the way.

Well, my shift is over, time to go home.

I never got home that night. The farthest I got was the intersection. Then I felt a prick in my neck, and my world went black.

Oh goody, this'll be fun.

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Sorry, this one was a tad short. I ran out of inspiration. But, two chapters in one day? Phew. That took brain power for a gal like me.

I'll update tomorrow if possible.

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