A Village—DAY
The crew, including me, Iris, the Sailor, Mary, and the Boss, are armed with axes and shovels and are moving through a shockingly rural, low-rent camp in the mountains. It is pouring rain. People are shoeless and near destitute and living in shacks. I wander off looking for some respite from the downpour.
I cross through one seemingly abandoned building and find a concrete-floored snack bar and some shifty people smoking crack cocaine. I ignore the bums and amble over to the counter. I look around for some service but only spot only a weasel behind the counter. I think, “That’s funny. That’s one creature, I’ve never seen before in the wild.
At this, the weasel jumps up from behind the counter and bites me on the face.
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