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Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
The continuing chronicles of life after the Bug
barter_economy
Shrug. "I get the feeling the traitors will come to regret their decision and try to find a place to fit in around here again."
The punkers are having a grand time in an abandoned supermarket! They had fun chasing out half a dozen kids camped out in the camping supplies section, and a big portion of the food is gone and most of the rest is rotting and smelly, but now they're having a grand old time playing with sports equipment, smashing the display furniture and shelves, having stocking-cart races, and so on. One of her punker converts even figured out how to get the store's PA system to play rock music... Why this place has electricity is a bit strange, admittedly.
werewolf-cub
Angie is a somewhat more down to Earth post apocalyptic feral child monarch than Tabby. A little less eager to remind her followers of her status and and species, although anyone that tries to question her authority when she chooses to exercise it gets a thumping.
These punkers are used to being able to push back against Tabby, at least a little, at least for actually good ideas...
werewolf-cub
Oh, she's open to good ideas. They just have to be really sure they're good.
She decides to consult the canniest double-punker. "Who's the wimpiest vamp?"
"Hm... That's hard to tell. Nick the shop-guy is kind of greedy, and he's new at this, so he might be bad at fighting. But there's this one called Danny who's really skittish sometimes."
They don't really know, they don't get to see the Leech Shelter much and Tabby only gossips so much. There's a band boy and a girl farmer.
This sets off a search. Candidates are stacks of lumber, cinder blocks, metal trolleys, and a sheet of marble countertop from the hardware section.
Whooo! Impressive. Do this thing next, and this one, and this one...
Some punkers, unwisely, attempt to imitate her.
One of the punker traitors has... A contact.
He plays up the secrecy bit but it sounds like he and this other kid just really like playing spy. Codenames and so on.
werewolf-cub
"I want information on the wimp-pire and everyone he loves! Information that leads to you all getting you fangs nets you first turning."
The spy promises to get the necessary info.
A few other punkers announce the intent to find out, too.
Most of them just agree.
One surprisingly philosophical punker hangs back and attempts to explain the Nietzschean moral and philosophical basis of trial by combat to determine leader.