You cling to your sister’s waistband, steadying yourself as she sits down on the couch. The movement jostles you, and you press yourself flat against her pants to avoid falling. As she grabs a handful of chips from the bag she’s holding, crumbs rain down around you, and your stomach growls audibly—well, audibly to you, at least. You decide this is the perfect opportunity to scavenge for food.
Carefully, you edge your way toward the fold in her pants near her lap. From your vantage point, you can see where the chips have left tiny fragments and salt granules on her clothing. You maneuver quickly but cautiously, grabbing a sizable crumb that’s stuck to the fabric. You stuff it into your mouth, the salty taste exploding on your tongue, and feel a surge of energy.
As you chew, you realize that more crumbs are scattered on the couch below. You climb down carefully, using the folds of her pants as handholds, and drop onto the cushion beside her. Her attention is fully absorbed by the TV and her phone, giving you some freedom to gather as much as you can.
You start forming a small pile of crumbs near the armrest, a makeshift stash for later. Your mind races as you eat—this basement might be the safest place to set up a base camp, but it would also tie you to her movements. You’d need a more stable source of food and shelter eventually. Maybe the kitchen pantry? Or the vents?
For now, though, survival takes priority. You grab one last crumb and sit down to plan your next move. Do you risk exploring further, or do you stick close to your sister, using her as an unwitting protector and provider?
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