"Eighteen?" sneered Dante. "Isn't she only five? That is thirteen years from now. How are we going to have the supplies to take care of all of you? I didn't see any sign of Bishop bringing in supplies while we were gone. In fact, in only a few months, Bishop managed to have three years' worth of supplies walk out this door. I can't afford to keep you here anymore."
"Please!" the woman cried out again; however, this time, she was loud enough to wake me up. "Please let me stay."
"Okay," I yawned as Tank slowly set me back on my feet. "You can stay," I continued with a smile as I walked up to the woman I had seen fucking Bishop on Dante's couch. Yeah, I was really going to have to get rid of that thing as fast as possible.