An uncle with a shotgun put the horse to rest with a well-aimed shot in the slurp. He stumbled and plowed the ground with his nose, finally calming down.
Cool, don't say anything.
- Girl? Where are you from? He was even surprised to see me.
"Um… From there," she waved her hand in the direction of the road. I wanted to say that it was from my mother, but I don't have a mother. Bitches.
— This place is not very suitable for walks of lonely girls. Where are your parents?
He doesn't know anything, does he? Why does this sound like irony? Even for posting.
"Wherever I want, I walk there, I don't have parents," I look at him with a squint. Maybe he has a shotgun, and I have mitochondria. The last one is tougher.
"Damn… Your relatives?" Can you contact them?
"Let's say I have contacts," I continue to look.
If you consider, on my ... Mmmm ... Mom? sister? Sample to clone? Aya Bray has a good dossier, then I can contact her. Another question, why?
- Okay, you can call for me to pick you up. Dryfield isn't a resort right now — man still suspicious, but okay. He waved for me to follow him, while he held the shotgun at the ready.
And these horses, where are they from? - Turning on the fool, I decided to ask him a little.
— Horses? These monsters? No idea. They came from nowhere, scared away all the inhabitants ... Dangerous creatures.
- So there are no salespeople in the store? Can't I buy a cola and a burger?
"If you can get inside, the owner won't be too upset when you pay for the rest of the goods.
Or I won't pay... The unspoken phrase hung in the air.
Sometimes on the ground there were bodies of inms that began to disintegrate. Unstable mitochondria and all that. It is also surprising that artificial monsters did not turn into goo on their own.
But I can, if I push myself, turn everyone into a homogeneous mass, arrange mass spontaneous combustion, lightning strikes of thousands, if not millions of volts, and other charms.
I can even arrange a transformation for my beloved. I just don't want to become ugly, but it's dumb to experiment.
Meanwhile, through different rooms, a man led me to his ...
- Van?
I looked up at the man.
- It's a trailer. Forward, it's safe inside, the monsters walking around don't risk climbing inside," for example, he opened the door invitingly.
Whatever you call it, after visiting such places, little girls are most often already ... Well, they found, but very sad.
Although a little apprehensive, I went inside and was even slightly surprised when I did not find anything suspicious.
The weapon wall is not suspicious. Now, if there were other phallic symbols, then yes, it would be strange. Yes, there was a phone. Healthy device.
"Sit down, I need to finish my rounds," rummaging in a box, he took out cartridges, and went back to the street.
And I? What, am I alone now? Is everything at my disposal? Not bad ... Very good, but at the same time, somehow not very good. There is no reason for this guy to do bad things either. Even then weapons cannot be expropriated… Sadness.
Phone, that is.
I sat down on a chair and stared at the machine.
What should I do with it? Is it true to call? What will I say?
- Stupidly somehow it turns out. And our conversation is just clowning.
Sighing, I tucked my legs under me, continuing to stare at the phone.
It's fast for me. Maybe just leave? Well, I don't have any relatives anyway, so what's the problem? In fact, nothing. At all.
So, okay, you need to muster up the courage and have an argument in disputes with a man in a hat.
I'll call Aya, say something, and then everything depends on the case.
Only…
How can I do it? I don't have a phone number, only an indication of where she currently works.
It's all difficult.
Okay, you can try. Find another telephone directory or help desk ... Hmm ... Will the police tell you how to contact the FBI? Aya works for the feds, and they will connect with her.
A reliable plan, of course, is like a Swiss watch. I feel like Walter. Well, what to do? You can leave, you can do something else, or you can take your determination into your own hands.
Anyway, I decided to call.
I dialed the cherished numbers, waited for the connection with the duty officer ...
— Excuse me, but I need to contact the sister from the FBI, could you tell me the number?
It was funny, but they helped me. After that, I already turned to the FBI line and the uncles there are somehow more serious ... I just introduced myself, and already goosebumps.
"Um… Uncle Pha… federal, I really need to get in touch with the MIST department." Well, those who destroy monsters, shoot with fire, do the blonde Brea work for them?
After legal delays, they really like to find out who you are and where you are from, why you are calling if you do not want to extradite terrorists with giblets or confess to treason.
"Headmaster Baldwin, listening," a voice came over the phone. Finally! I hope the head of exactly the department that I need.
"Uncle Phar… Federal, I need Aunty Aya Brea. She's from your office, I know.
"Young lady, what is your reason for wanting to contact Bray's agent?"
"She somehow saved me from the monsters. They spat like fire, cool, only dumb like ... It's hard to imagine how anyone.
Silence ... He bought it? Bought it?
But yes… After a while, terribly viscous, he asked to wait.
"I'm listening," a woman's voice rang out over the phone.
I was speechless. I heard her voice, so... close.
I don't even know what to say to her. "Hi," will it do? Oh, my head is spinning!
"You don't know me… I… I'm just a little girl who was lucky enough to know about you. After all, you gave me a chance at life. Thanks Aya.
Without waiting for an answer, I hang up.
- What is your name? You…
So she didn't get to finish. Phew… Even easier. And she has a nice voice. Not only a beauty, but also a charmer.
Sat back.
What now? Yes, and it gets evening, to eat, preferably high-calorie, and then shower and sleep. A bath is better. Is there a bath in here? Should I not look for it?
The man returned.
- How are you? Called?
"Yeah, something like that… No one is going to pick me up."
- Heck.
"If you want to hand me over to the social services, then I will run away.
"You can stay for a while," the man finally said. "You can call me Douglas or Gary Douglas.
"Eve, Mr. Douglas, just Eve.
