Jake Warrens' room was a small cubicle that had an old cot in it and a hamper full of dirty clothes. He sat at the desk tonight scratching out notes by candlelight. Food was getting scarce, and by his estimates, the small group holed up with him in this office building would be completely out of it within two weeks. They'd had their reserves fall this low before, but each time it had become increasingly difficult to bounce back. Especially lately as more and more Radinri hunters had been seen in the area. Based on his calculations he and his small group had two options. They could attempt to break into an old grocery warehouse on the opposite end of the city, or they could flee to the south in hopes of better prospects in the neighbouring city.
Written by LorikFurdin on 03 July 2008