The boy and the girl were not meeting for the first time, although they still didn't know each other's names, which didn't matter.
Reaching out for something, names weren't necessary.
"Share some of the bread with me, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything."
The boy was starving, he looked coldly at the girl, his voice hoarse: "Or I'll call them over, and you won't get to keep any of it."
The two on the other side of the garbage heap were noticeably taller than them.
The girl stopped rummaging.
She straightened her back, standing on the filthy mound, looking at the boy in front of her with indifference.
They were both orphans wandering in the ruins.
Both were scavenging through the garbage, scraping by.
To survive in Sang Province's dumps, they had to be ruthless, ruthless to themselves, and even more ruthless to their enemies!
