Date: Day Eleven
Setting: Griffith Park/encampment
"What the...?" I trail off as I reach the bottom of the box I'd found in the back of Abigail's Sports store. Peering inside I bite back the laughter. Leave it to me to get a wooden box in a sports store that contains a false bottom. Dumping the box over, I pick up one of the crossbow arrows and use the tip to pry the wood loose. There had been over a dozen wooden boxes piled in the back room of the store and I had to pick this one to carry the bullets and arrows in.
The wood plank gives way after a hard pull and I reach my hand inside trying to feel what could have been hidden. "Son of a bitch." I roll my eyes as my fingers clutch around leather binding. A book? Well, it could be used as paper to keep a fire going if nothing else.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Wes sitting on his own and I look back to the book in my hands. Maybe he'd like a bit of light reading, or target practice. Picking up a box of bullets, I keep to the perimeter and make my way toward him.
"Don't say I never buy you anything." I grin as I set the small box of bullets in front of him and sit beside him. "Okay, technically I still haven't bought you anything, but it's the thought that counts right?"