I finished filling up, then dragged Frank’s body into the woods. He’d said that only he and Stanford were allowed access to the fuel dump, but I didn’t want anybody finding him ’til I had a head start. Seemed wrong just leaving Frank there, like he wouldn’t rest in peace, so I said a few words.
I went into Frank’s little shack and grabbed all his supplies.
That’s when I saw the cables. Fresh, new looking cables running out the back door to new boxes. Where did the lines go? Where in this fucking world was there a working generator?
Couldn’t figure out why Frank would shoot first, ‘til I saw the lines. Power’s somethin’ worth killin’ for. Somethin’ worth dyin’ for. If Stanford had a generator, there was likely gonna be plenty of both.
