The Last Thing

Tilda pushed her way in, after the gates clanging shut behind her. Lack of food had left them both skinny. She led madison out into the junk yard and found a car that appeared to be in good condition. The windows were still intact. Rus had yet to eat through the roof or walls. Tilda huffed again, shutting the water off. Out of habit, come on. We'll find something morrow. A right Useless Useless word ran around her head as she thought about what would happen if they didn't get some food soon.