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ladies said with a nod.
    Gary started helping me push the plastic container over to the ramp, and behind him I could hear Greyson and Killian start to push the other one. We had a special trolley we were suppose to use for loading, but with an extra set of hands here to help us, it was just as easy dragging everything to the truck.
The truck rumbled to life, it backfired and grumbled, worn out from many years of service and shoddy repairs. The truck was as old as the end times its self, and survived where many trucks and cars had not. I had heard that this truck, plus all the other ones we were able to use, were under cover when the Fallocaust happened, shielding it from the elements and from the war ravaged people before the sestic radiation killed them. I suppose that’s all that saved them from becoming rusted out wrecks like the ones outside.
    As soon as we got the container into the truck bed, I gave it a shove with my foot and watched it skid to the back of the truck, making sure my mouth was closed to prevent myself from having to inhale too much of the rat’s dirty, piss smelling body. Even hosed off and disinfected they still stank. I then jumped onto the roof of the truck and sat on top of it, watching as Greyson and Killian hauled up the other container, and a couple of the butchers followed by with the last box of meat.
Killian stayed on the truck bed after the others had jumped off, and sat down on the raised wheel as Greyson slammed the tailgate, and said goodbye to Gary and the others. Killian said a very polite thank you to Gary and I did my respectful nod towards the group. A few moments later the truck gave a jerk, and started rumbling towards the north gate, the one closest to the square, and also the one we had just come from.
    I felt a bit more comfortable now that I was sitting on top of the roof of the truck. Killian was below me, watching the block go by as we drove on. I wondered to myself if this had been the first time he had ever been in a truck before. He did have a white knuckle grip on the side of the truck so it very well could have been.
He looked calm though, though I could barely see his face from the angle he was at. All I could see was the back of his head, his blond hair blowing in the breeze, and his skin was pale white as the cold wind blasted it.
He must have tossed his books and jacket off to the side of the road when he decided to follow us, I thought to myself. What a dummy.
    I smiled as I thought it though, I was a bit intrigued that this boy has decided to follow me, made me wonder if he did indeed like it when I followed him. I didn’t really know if he did like it, or if he possibly was just indifferent to the fact that I was always trailing him. I knew one day I had to make the step and actually talk to him, but well, not today.
The truck screeched to a halt, and as Greyson turned off the engine, I quickly jumped down from the roof of the truck onto the cobblestone street. Greyson circled to the back of the truck, and waited as Leo appeared behind us, dragging the ramp with him.
“Oh, look at you, decided to learn how to feed the mutts?” Leo said to Killian. I watched as Killian smiled sheepishly, as he started helping Greyson unload the containers.
“Yeah,” he said quietly with a small timid shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t have anything better to do.”
Leo laughed, his laugh holding just slight flickers of amusement. “Sure, that’s the reason,” he said and winked at Killian. I immediately felt my face go a bit hot, knowing exactly what he meant by that. I quickly helped unload the rats and did my best to avoid any eye contact with both Killian and Leo.
After a bit of moving, and swearing, we loaded the containers onto the trolley and moved them up the steep ramp leading to the top of the decon pen. By this time the rats had started panicking, and though they were muffled, they still loudly screamed and cried as we dumped them out of their containers.
Leo had