finally, fff...

i haven't done this in a coupla weeks (missed fff#17) so i'm kinda excited. and i like this one too...
set-up courtesy http://purgatorian.blogspot.com/.

Incredulously they turned their wondrous eyes to... the feast laid out on the floor. for people with no furniture or clothes other than what they were wearing, they were certainly living the good life in sector 9.
they had no idea how she’d made this meal happen, but it was the best thing any of them had seen in days, since leaving their blasted camp. there was still no meat, but everything else looked so healthy and appetising – and plentiful – was there clean running water in sector 9?
until this, all any of them had thought about was whether leaving was the right move – could things really be any better at somebody else’s camp? they’d been doing alright for themselves until that last big explosion, and they’d built it, so couldn’t they rebuild, instead of taking up with strangers?
if there’d been materials within reach it might have been a different week.
but now, seeing all that food, they knew they’d done the right thing. none of the now-seemingly-miniscule creature comforts they’d outfitted their camp with compared to this abundance. they couldn’t believe anybody’d been eating like this since the revolution started. and how much smarter was the revolution, now that it suddenly didn’t involve so much deprivation…
after the first few seconds of staring, the silence was interrupted by 369’s mad dash for the spread. she dropped and grabbed and was stuffing her face before any of the others caught up. but once she started the feeding frenzy there was no stopping it. it was 20 minutes before any of them even though to thank 108 for this act of largesse – they had nothing to offer in exchange.
108 stood by the doorway watching and smiling, and finally, 450 glanced up.
“thank you so much. we haven’t eaten since we had to start walking last week.”
“we understand. you have to give some to get some…”
“i wish we had something to give. we’ll help out any way we can.”
“you already have.”
they’d all been too busy wolfing down the widest variety of dishes they’d seen in months to notice the ubiquitous armed guards shifting from guarding to more aggressive postures, and it was almost too easy for 108’s team to neutralise their guests.
as she started the skinning and gutting, 108 found herself singing for the first time in months – what were the rest of the lyrics to more hot pies? maybe she’d dig out her sweeney todd soundtrack to keep her company while she prepared the meat…

walk good.