《Everythink is grey》Out Shopping (6)
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I woke up in the morning with a strong urge to relieve myself so got up and went to the bathroom with about as much grace as last night. After taking a leak I washed my hands then cupped some water in hands, I splashed it on my face then stared in the mirror. Okay, I thought to myself, we now have a home so what's next? I thought back to our gang meeting the day before yesterday. We need to get supplies and that means going into a restricted grey area that hasn't been looted yet. Danny will need a new hoodie. I got changed and went to wake the others up. 'Okay time to go shopping, Mez and I will get food you guys get spray-paint cans, materials for a jumper and fixing this place up!'I told them, 'Any questions?' I asked. 'Should we look for anything else?' Kal asked. 'Anything that catches your eye' I answered. There was a murmur of agreement form the group before everyone split up and headed to their separate locations.
40 minutes later Mez and I arrived at a grey area, we changed into grey clothes then walked out onto the streets, There isn't a specific way of getting food so the only thing a D.R can do is improvise and that's just what we did. 'Oi this is getting boring' Mez whispered after an hour of walking around aimlessly. 'Well what do you expect me to do' I whispered back, he didn't reply he just stared at the ground glumly, I poked him in the ribs because we were supposed to be pretending to be dulls so we couldn’t show any emotion at all. Mez looking glum could land us with a load of Dull Enforcers on our ass's. 'Hey look' I whispered to Mez while looking at a food and drink supply truck. Turning his head, he noticed the truck and it was clear he was straining not to smile. ‘Lets do it' he said )over the years Mez has become more "adventurous"). ‘Shotgun drivers seat' I said as I started running my fastest towards the truck. I jumped and kicked the only Dull guarding the truck with all my strength, launching him into the air and then to the floor without even a glimpse of a facial expression. Opening the door I swiftly buckled myself into the drivers seat. 'You get all the fun' Mez said as he entered the truck. 'I know' I said smiling.
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