I thought I’d grab it. You know, get in, get out. It’s not like it was going to last much longer and if I didn’t take it, someone else would.
What I wasn’t expecting were the rest of them. All just as hungry as myself; looking, hoping, searching.
It was a bloodbath.
I’m not even entirely sure what started it. There were quite a few of the fruit on the table. But someone must have wanted them all. The first punch lead to weapons, weapons lead to death. And all for a melon or two.
I don’t even like cantaloupe…
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