nina semen. • i sat of the edge on the dingy bed, wrapped in a...

i sat of the edge on the dingy bed, wrapped in a dingy towel, and looked around the dingy hotel room. i’d stayed here once before, before Day Zero. it’d been a really nice place: swanky, five hundred bucks a night for a room the size of a tin of wet cat food and a fluffy to wear that they charged you eighty dollars for if you tried to steal. you’d never know that now with the peeling wallpaper border, torn, stained carpet and missing electronics.

didn’t matter though, beggars can’t be choosers and it had running water and was fortified pretty well so you could get a good night’s rest without your finger on the trigger. i slept with my hand on my shotgun anyway, but it was nice knowing that the odds were a bit lower that it could slip off without me dying for it.