After the pile of burning sludge ignited Hemyas can-torch, she quickly extinguished it to put an end to that burning plastic smell.
Stuffing everything in the vent saved her some time.
She even managed to fill the three glass bottles at the leaky pipe before she heard angry squealing in the distance.
Sliding into the vent and reattaching the grate, the girl began to quietly shove all of the stolen goods into her new home.
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>>5775886With all of the loot secured, Hemya had time to inspect that sweeper thing a little closer.
Even with her limited mechanical knowledge, she could still tell that this 'vehicle' was not powered by a combustion engine.
Calling is a vehicle might be a stretch, it has no seat or steering wheel, it must be either remote controlled of autonomous.
The sweeper won't budge even a little as she pushes is, the wheels seem to be locked and the traction on the metal is too good.
At least she can use the tarp as a blanked later.
For now, there is plenty of time to kill as she waits for things to heat up between the mutts.
Hemyas current plans include:
-building an alcohol stove and boil some water
-checking the shelves and scrap box for more useful stuff
-disinfect some rags for bandages
-listen to the mutants arguing in the pipe room
>suggest anything else she could do while she is stuck hereAlso, about granting Hemya one small luxury:
>she got four days worth of drinking water, could she use half of it to wash herself? 