"Put down what you got now, put down what you got!"
"Nobody move but the goods ladies and gentlemen, nobody move but the goods!"
"Step and make those marks folks, let's get this all underway!"
Malachi stared blankly at the crowd of people with their back turned away from him as they devolved into a buzzing mass.
Members from the base were all gathered around a white folding table and dropping an array of goods onto the table.
These were things that were considered 'valuable' in a post apocalyptic world.
Good canned foods, some baked goods and cooked dishes, cigarettes, un-opened alcohol, preferred weapons, fancier soaps, candles, and things of that nature.
Ali, Rowan, and Aisha's father Trevor, affectionately dubbed 'The Oldhead Brigade'; were organizing this entire gambling exercise along with the supervision of their newest ghostly member; Marcus.
trying to decid on the names for the rest of the pet aspects but really I can’t think of anything…