I opened the doors and strode inside, followed by the new members and Sierra. Grue followed at the tail end of our group.
It’s going to be interesting to see what Grue has to say about this decision and Taylor’s behavior afterwards.
The square building had been a garage for the biggest sorts of trucks or for boats, and sported three sliding metal garage doors, only one of which still opened. A cargo container sat in the back corner. I had my suspicions that boxes of recyclables had been piled up along the walls when Leviathan’s wave hit.
With a little TLC, it could become a nice little hideout for these people.
Now, scraps of metal, paper and other trash littered the floor inside until the floor was barely visible. “If you’re really interested in joining, you can start by cleaning this place up.”
“Why?” the girl asked.
So you can live in it! And so you can show that you’re willing to do work that’s not just “punch this, shoot that”.
“If my say-so isn’t good enough-”
“No,” she raised her hands to stop me. “Just… can’t I know what the point is?”
That’s fair.
“I want you somewhere accessible. This is close to my command center, it’s dry, it took a hit from a tidal wave and it’s still in remarkably good shape, and it’s spacious enough to serve our purposes. At least to start off.”
Dry?
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