Fargo could hear the rats skittering about as he lay on the worn out, dirty mattress. The door had blown open during last nights storm, causing snow to sweep inside with every puff of wind, but giving him a nice view at least... if you call an entire street of empty and worn down houses covered in snow, 'nice'. He was waiting for his sister to return, she'd left hours ago to pilfer through houses in the larger part of the city. She was always the one to go do things like this. And it's not anything Fargo had anything to be jealous about, she was in fact the smaller more agile one of the two, so it was only natural that she'd be the one to go to the city. It was overgrown with plants and there were fallen buildings everywhere. And with the snow and ice it would be much harder to find herself a path. But it did grow unbearably boring just sitting around in this house with the rats. He was really growing to hate them.
With a sigh, he stood and stretched, rats scattering every direction an