>>6162216The boy calms himself, whistling Neon Moon, in an R&B style, and surpisingly, he calms down and does his job.
The whole situation is too much to be believed, and yet, bwlief has nithing yo do with it, as it all happens in ftont of your own eyes. The bruthuh' is calm, collected and even does his job.
The pu.pkin, with the tanacity of a cheap movie villain pursues you at a brisk stroll. An unhurried pace of a 1980's spree killer. And like a european or oriental film, it all ends easily, without reason or catharsis.
You both move the carts, falsely at first (6), but then the rest is smooth sailing, as you move a block (2), another block into the parkinglot (2), and finally move to the Merchant's own window (1). And far behind you, your troubles lurk and ghouls chase after you, (6) of them, apart from the glowing pumpkin headed thing.
The Merchant looks up to greet you, and noticing your companion, seemi gly ignores you.
>Xavier! you gone out past your bedtime. Your gramma know you're running around? What you doin' out here at night time?>yo, uncle. We out he'yu slangin' rock and gettin paid.>boy you never saw a rock in your life.And to you, he says
>Pete, is this kid with you?You explain the whole thing. Tell him the whole story, as it were.
>sort of, yes.You tell him.
The Merchant opens the gate, and brings you and the last of the dindu's into the innter gate of the facility. He agrees to let the boy stay until morning, and true to your word, you give the kids his share. H3 sells these things off, for a night of whatever he wants, weed mostly.
You go to bed, your share of the things secure, and you drift off to sleep vaguely hearing the young professor running amok, causing a ruckus and demanding
>where duh wyte wemin at?!?For your own part, you sleep well enough. You have enough to relax through Christmas, to sleep and somewhere you find a hat and a bottle of schnapps, and you live in your room, reading and playing dominos with the others through January.
You reflect, in the end, that you've had a good year. Many good fortunes, when the list is compiled. You've found a good market with fair rates, you've made the acquaintance of the farmer and his family, you've found people to greet you in the mornings, and to wish you well in the evenings, you've put aside a bit for your bad days, you've battled chance and the vicious elements of humanity, and you didn't succumb to your gunshot wounds, you've survived them.
Your life, even here in the worst state of it, has been tolerable, and you've traded another year of work and risking your skin for another year of life.
The Farmer assures you that he'll have much more to add to his shopping list. In the meantime you enjoy dried fruit, jams and dried meats.
In the night, you recall the pumpkin, and dream that he's still chasing you.
[If my 5th+4th <=10, you'll only dream of the pumpkin. If more, it wil stalk your character at random intervals from now on.]
[Merry Christmas]
