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Ethan heard them before he saw them, moving with a skittering urgency across the linoleum floor. Like a starved rat that had just scurried out from the tunnels beneath the city, he could hear them searching the abandoned supermarket shelves, no doubt looking for scraps that had been missed in the excitement of the riots. Their grubby hands were grabbing whatever non-perishables they could find, no doubt.
*For fuck's sake,* he seethed silently. *God, I hate Scavengers.*
If there was a group that annoyed him more than any other on this forsaken planet, it was the Scavengers. Lately, Ethan's warped mind had come to embrace the theories of evolution and natural selection, finding in their city that now operated like a harsh wilderness, that "survival of the fittest" held a kernel of truth. A principle Scavengers just narrowly sidestepped by huddling together and hiding beneath the city. He considers them a waste of resources and nothing more.
After listening to them skitter around, all while muttering his annoyances under his breath, he started to move through the supermarket, his heavy steps echoing on the worn linoleum floor. "Alright, Rat," Ethan called out, breaking the silence that'd settled throughout the supermarket, impatiently waiting for the vermin of a human to show themself. "Come out and hand over the shit you've stolen from me and I'll reconsider breaking your arms maybe. Come on, hurry up."
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