>>24629307 >refugee camp
Dear Jesus no!
Rather take my chances with the bandits.
Possible raiders or not, let's go scout for other people/supplies.
If there's a guy out there with a gun, hiding in the house isn't gonna help us much anyways.
>>24629381 >>24629383 English is suffering. >Earth mare before you explicitly needed solace, you heard her sniffle once already. >What's with the sudden change, yesterday she was trying to lift your spirit, being all energetic and friendly. >And now she was close to crying. Was it normal? >You closed her in warm, fuzzy embrace, trying to ease what bothered her. She clutched you, unsuccesfully trying to hold her sobbing. >Finally she gave up, tears rolled down her cheeks, sinking in your skylike coat. >You never thought you will be acting like your own mother, especially towards older mare, maybe much older. >You gently stroke her tattered wheat-yellow mane. >"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry I brought this upon you." she said in shivering voice. "Me, adult mare. I don't want to be alone anymore. And you don't deserve such fate, too."
"You won't be alone, Clean." you assured her, tighting your hug slighly. "Neither will I. We're in this together. And whatever will happen, wherever will we decide to go, we won't leave each other." >Great, now you felt a hot tear on your face as well. >Finally, Cushions calmed herself so she was able to do various things again. >One last sniff and she smiled faintly, looking at you with gratitude. >And more care, you noted. >"So, we're following your plan. Scouting, preparing notes, then eventually meeting other folks." she summed up, trying to act with visible responsibility and motivation. It was rather unnatural, however she didn't seemed to care.
"Correct. Do you have anything that could serve as a weapon apart your pipe?" >"Yup. There's no kitchen without a knife. What do you have?"
"Hammer, screwdriver and a knife too." >"And you want to take all of these with you?" she asked curiously. "Wait, I'm going to get you a pouch." >She disappeared in her bedroom for a while and returned with plain brown bag. >"Here, take it. Prepare yourself, and I will go and put your stuff elsewhere, it can't lie in the corridor." >cont.