>>6339549>>6339574You look at the abandoned train car in the station. That seems like a safe place for a break, which you figure you've earned after your recent escape. You suggest stopping for a snack to Hassan, and he agrees.
Inside the empty car it's cool and dry. The floor is almost completely covered in wild grasses, and the vines crawling up the sides give you the heebie-jeebies, but at least they don't seem to be moving. You vaguely remember riding in a car such as this one with your father, over a decade ago. It had the same discolored yellow seats. Near the exit, you spot a dusty ad for some online game you used to play back home.
You take a seat facing Hassan and he tosses you a juicebox, a can of preserves, and a plastic fork. Hardly the most appetizing meal, but you'd eat just about anything right now. Hassan leans back on his seat and lets out a great sigh.
"Man, I know I played it cool back there but I thought we were dead for a while..." He speaks while staring at the ceiling. "What the hell is going on in this place?"
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>Apologize again for screwing up back in the apartment>Ask him why he became a bounty hunter>Ask him if he looted anything useful, apart from food>Write-in 