“What kind of training do you do?” Will idly opens another box of off-brand nerds and shoves a handful in his mouth. As if eating too much sugar isn’t what has him talking garbage at a stranger in the first place. He munches while observing as the boy wanders the shelves. It’s all kind of useless unless you’re into junk and snacks.

He’s pretty glad he’s not the only one who feels like he’s time wasting. Time wasting and hurtling towards madness.

“I hope whoever or whatever it is makes itself known soon so at least we have some kind of purpose.” Anyone who has managed to find one or had the guts to really dig into trying to find out what’s going on is braver than Will is.