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Jen was still sitting on the ground with her back against the giant inoperable mech that her poor dog was crushed beneath. She had been crying for hours and now just sat in silence growing more and more angry as time went on. She had several cuts and scrapes from running away earlier in the day but she was hardly letting them bother her. Eventually a whistling tune called out as a box dropped in front of her. She opened it up and found a first aid kit inside. This gesture filled her with rage, knowing that no amount of medical supplies could ever bring her dog back. She yelled out and threw the kit away in a fit of rage.

Barack Obama had been wandering through a large complex for some time. He entered a large room with a high glass ceiling that seemed to be a sort of foyer or greeting room. He scanned the walls of the large room and saw a couple of vending machines. He walked over and couldn’t tell if there was anything inside since the case was covered in layers of dirt from years of not being used. He shook the machines back and forth, and after giving much effort he was surprised to find various food items come tumbling out. Nothing great, but at least some sustenance to keep him going. He gathered up the packaged snacks, sat in an old ripped up chair and had a small feast of stale pretzels and candy bars.

Larry woke up on the dusty old couch he had found the day before. He had gotten a decent amount of sleep, but now he was hungry. He walked out into the hallway and was immediately hit by an intense and delicious smell. He ran down the hall looking for the source of the smell. He opened a door and was amazed to find a new and clean rotisserie cooker with a fully cooked chicken inside, succulently and slowly turning. His mouth watered as he ran up to the chicken. He found a plate and some utensils to remove the bird from its oven. He decided he would head back to his couch to eat his feast. As he got up to leave the room he practically walked straight into The Hound who gave him a menacing stare and then looked down at his chicken. Larry trembled remembering how he had barely escaped from The Hound during the bloodbath. Without a word The Hound snatched the chicken from Larry’s plate and began to tear into it with his teeth. He smacked his lips together as chicken grease poured from his mouth. Larry took this opportunity to excuse himself and run like hell while The Hound stayed put and enjoyed every last bite of his dinner.

Shark had not even left the room where he had encountered The Hound earlier in the day. Even though it felt good he still felt extremely violated. “He didn’t even give me a towel,” he thought. He had been looking around for anything that he could use to clean himself up with with very little luck. He eventually decided that he had to suck it clean himself off the best he could with his sock. He got up to explore and look for supplies. He had a hard time walking properly as The Hound had not been gentle. Shark left the room and found his blowtorch, he picked it up and to his dismay it no longer worked after being crushed under The Hound’s giant foot.
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