Dennis, foot sore and back sore looks around at the other people quietly going around the shelter, opening lockers and hacking terminals like robots... or hollowed out shells of people. "Jesus. What is wrong with you guys, one moment you're crying about how terrible everything is, and now you're touching everything like a 5 year old on pixiestix. Why not get a plan together, shit." He then heads over back to his cot, pulls out a cigarette, and then lies down smoking in his cot.
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