Nelly leans up against the exterior wall of one of the houses, while her low-IQ lackey, Samuel, sits on the bench next to her. The two idly chat.
Who do they think they are? I approach like an annoying HOA board member interrogating delivery drivers encroaching upon the neighborhood.
Nelly gives me a mean look as I approach. But it's more so that she just has resting bitch face. The two are actually quite calm, almost content.
"Hello, familiar faces."
"Fuck. You." Nelly spits. Not very passionately, but certainly venomous.
"Well, that's rude. Just trying to be friendly."
"Yeah, that was pretty rude," Samuel murmurs, his eyes big and full of compassion.
"Who's side are you on, you fucking oaf?!" Nelly stares daggers at the giant.
"Aren't we all on the same side now?" he replies.
She scoffs at that, but doesn't necessarily deny it. That's a bit strange.
"You two aren't part of the captured forces?" I ask.
