The woman snorts. "What do you think? You see a grocery store around here?"
Vic, despite his position, immediately protests. "Okay, hold on! First of all, gross. Second of all—meat goes bad after a while, dumbasses! You're just asking for disease!"
The leader's gun twitches toward him. "Do I look like I care about food safety?"
Trish grips her knife tighter, her stance getting even more alert like she's a second away from making a move. I feel it too—that instinct to fight.
But then I look at the numbers. They have more weapons. More people. And Vic is still stuck in that damn trap.
I exhale, forcing myself and my voice to stay calm. "We're not looking for trouble."
The leader arches a brow.