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It had been3 months now, living with Jason and Amy. Amy had taken up residence in one of Jason's spare rooms. She had been surprising adaptive and it was hard to admit, but her remaining in Erin's life was the one ray of sanity she desperately needed. Both of them had been trying to keep the house clean and make the meals for each other. Jason never ate, but Amy and Erin had taken a liking to the berries that grew in the forest and when new campers came to the cabins, they were able to take any picnic food they brought. Now and then Jason would return home with miscellaneous items. Erin never asked where he found them. She didn't want to know.
Erin wondered if the police were still looking for them after finding the two guards in the prison cell. Erin shuddered again when she thought about ripping that man's eye out. It haunted her. The only thing that quenched her guilt was thinking about what the man would have done to her if she had let him. Jason had gotten rid of any remaining bodies located anywhere near the house. They didn't need a trail of blood leading back to them. It was better that no one asked any questions and no one was curious.
Erin turned on an old radio that Jason had brought back with him. Static overtook most of the music. She guessed that they were too far away from the city to get any connection but she listened to it anyway. It was nice to hear some tunes, no matter how distorted they might be.
The back door opened and Amy appeared holding a basket. "I picked some more of those black berries," she said, holding up the basket. "I thought maybe you could make a pie or something…"
Erin opened the cabinet doors, "It doesn't matter, I'm out of everything. Jason hasn't brought anything back." She grabbed a loaf of moldy bread and tossed it down on the kitchen table.
"So maybe we should make a trip to town?"
Erin chewed on her fingernail, "I don't know. It's a long walk."
"Well, we have to eat. Where's Jason at?"
"He's not here. I'm not sure where he went."
"Then, let's head to town. If he went there, we'll meet him halfway. If not, then we'll get the food and be back by sundown."
Erin didn't say a word but Amy took her silence as an agreement. "I'll get the money."
Erin and Amy had searched the campsite for money, even if that meant robbing the dead. It was the only way they could afford the food they needed.
"Got it," Amy announced, "You ready?"
"Yeah, let's go."
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It seemed to take forever, but the store was slowly creeping into view. It had taken them longer than they thought it would. Jason wasn't at the store and Erin wondered where he was, and if he would be pissed that they were gone. Her heart sank, what if he thought that she had left him?
They entered the store and brought only what Erin considered 'the essentials'.
"Ten fifty three," the old man behind the counter said, looking at them. He was nice enough. Erin guessed that he owned the store. It was small, probably family owned.
Amy counted out the money and handed it to him. "Thanks."
Erin and Amy divided up the items and carried them out the door. She closed the door behind them and as she was turning, bumped into a sturdy body.
"Excuse…" Erin looked up at the one-eyed man, "me… "
"Well, well," he replied, looking with hatred at Amy, then back at Erin, "looks like we're going to have a little reunion."