We moved Tony from the basement up to a room in the admin hallway. He is not doing well. His left eye is badly bruised and his stomach is painful to the touch. He isn’t holding any food down, but we insist that he drink sips of water. People have been known to die from dehydration. We can’t afford to lose Tony. We need him.
Madie
I ordered the Runt to stay put in the admin hallway and grabbed some muscle. When I say muscle, I am referring to Matt and Jonas. The three of us ran toward the basement. The basement was a mess, and Tony was on the floor bleeding from his head, and his left eye was swollen shut. Tony opened his good eye as soon as he heard us coming.
“I tried to reason with them.” Tony said as he spit out a mouth full of blood.
“They took all of our fuel.”