Sierra didn’t give it a second thought until she heard the shutter sliding open.
Hm?
Skitter’s back?
“Not the front door!” Sierra called out, but the kids were already out the front door. She sighed.
Oh.
Whoops. Kinda wanted to keep this building secret.
“They’re afraid of the storm sewer,” Charlotte pointed out.
Ahh. Sierra’s not one to speak when it comes to that.
“I know. It’s not that big a deal. I’m going to go out with the next group, just to keep an eye on the delivery process.”
“Okay. I’ll prep some for you to carry,” Charlotte said. “Find more tupperware or pots I can put this in?”
Alright, so if things go as planned, we’re probably going out with Sierra and the kids.
Sierra nodded and turned to do as she’d been asked, but the kids were already hopping to the task. She let them go ahead. It seemed they were glad for something to occupy themselves with.
People deal with grief in different ways. This is one of them. Child labor or not, allowing them to help like this is kind as long as it’s allowing them to help rather than making them help.
Maybe they recognized how shitty the overall situation was and they wanted to help fix it.
Some of the older ones, maybe.
She suspected she’d find the necessary tupperware faster than the four kids combined, but it wasn’t a big deal.
“Well, well, well.”
…
That doesn’t sound like anyone present, nor like Skitter.
If anything, it sounds like Jack.
Don’t you fucking dare. Just leave the city and doom the world already.
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