Characters: Jamie Madrox, Candice Wilmer
Summary: Mundane things like grocery shopping are still a necessity, even in a post-apocalyptic world.
Warnings: Some language on page 3
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It wasn't the lack of food in the house that bothered her the most, but the lack of alcohol. She and Jimmy had drunk the last beer, smoked the last cigarette and finality of it gave her the creeps. All it took was for someone to put a bullet in her cranium and that would end that story.
"Mornings make me cranky, James," she sighed into the phone as she picked it up on its final ring, her head swimming with the remnants of sleep and nightmare. Anyone else and she might have never picked up, but Jamie was prone to worry. He thought something was wrong and he'd send one of his dupes to break down her door and she wasn't in the mood to explain that to the landlord.
A quick glance at her alarm clock told her it was barely even six AM.
"What do you want and why are you up so early?"