hadley and seth

Good Grocery Times

Who: Hadley and Seth
When: mid-morning
Where: the grocery store

So here he was. He had his house. He had a car that looked like it was going to collapse at any second, and he had his money. Hopefully, he'd also have something to do in this town while they tried to find their asses with both hands. His annoyance at being delayed in moving on was dulled by the sense of anticipation that came from living amongst some of the people he'd watched for so long. And there were more. Other experiments. Ones that made him very curious. What they went through, how bad it all was, whether or not B had the highest body count or what. All things Seth hoped to find out eventually.

Regardless of all that, he needed groceries. The "burgers" at the diner had given him a stomachache already. He needed real food. So Seth was pushing the cart through the big-enough grocery store as his eyes scanned the shelves, the white earbuds to his music player stuck firmly in his ears.

Shopping for food was not high on Hadley's list of things she wanted to do. But given she needed food to survive, she figured it was necessary. She couldn't spend all of her time at the bar living off a diet of nicotine and alcohol. Not healthy at all. So she trudged her way to the grocery store after showering and digging through her clothes to find something decent to wear. Pulling on a blue sweater over her Guns n' Roses t-shirt, she put her tousled hair into pigtails, pulled on a pair of black pants and finally headed out.