...as we continue walking,... «Dread Nation»
RamingoWS23 июня 2018...as we continue walking, Katherine leans in close to my ear. "I do believe that is a house of ill repute." I nod solemnly. "Yes, Kate, I do believe you are correct." Katherine sniffs. "I cannot believe she thought we`re meant to work there." I stare at Katherine, trying to figure out if she`s serious or having a go at me. Her expression is that of someone who has suffered a grievous insult, and I have to fight to swallow a hysterical laugh. Her mouth drops open. "Jane, tell me you aren`t insulted." I lean in close so that the men don`t hear me. "Insulted? Kate, we have been put in chains and sent halfway across the continent. We are currently at the mercy of a man who believes that Negroes are put here on this earth to fight shamblers at the white man`s behest, and is going to send us out to do it without guns. Jackson sits in a jail cell awaiting some unknown fate. This town is a dirt spot in the middle of nowhere. There are no trees and the land is disconcertingly flat. My virtue is honestly the last thing I`m worried about. I`m hugnry, tired, a little afraid, and a whole bunch angry, but a few hurt feelings are the furthest thing from my find right now."
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