a little progress from today, thanks Nerfwire: its all your fault

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@ -93,3 +93,48 @@ It was very warm, almost hot,
and there was not even the slightest breeze.
Andrew let a moment pass for his eyes to adjust to the change in light conditions,
then motioned to Katt with a nod that she should keep going.
She motioned to the left,
but went in the opposite direction out of the same movement.
Two steps away from the door an unorganized row of old metal canisters,
rusty and big enough to hold at least twenty liters each.
They were similar to the containers that held the \textit{firewater}
that Katt used to protect the safe place.
She took two of the containers that were apparently empty and Andrew followed her and did the same.
Katt doubtfully furrowed her brow.
``Are you sure?'', she asked.
``What?''
``The canisters get pretty heavy when they're full''
, answered Katt.
``Doy you think you've recovered enough to be able to do that?''
``I guess we'll see'', Andrew answered.
Even though he knew that Katt only meant well,
they bothered him again.
Mostly because she was probably right.
He felt everything but refreshed and as a matter of fact he already felt the weight of the two \textit{empty} canisters.
But of course he was too proud to accept Katt's almost unnoticeable offer and only to only entertain himself with one canister.
Instead he added in an obviously spiteful tone:
``Bull said I need to work if I want to eat.''
``He didn't say that you have to overexert yourself'', answered Katt,
but left it at a shrug and turned around.
Andrew was finally smart enough not to continue the senseless discussion,
but to shut up instead.
In the bright daylight the ruined city made a maybe not friendly,
but at least less creepy impression.
The ruins were the same as they were before,
immense black skeletons that looked like they had never housed anyone.
The left side of the plaza was blocked by piles of rubble that nobody had seemed to put in the effort to move,
and even though Katt had said there were at least one hundred members in the tribe,
most of the buildings seemed to be empty.
Only a hand full of the doors had the grey rags that Katt and her sister used as curtains.
Almost nobody from the tribe was currently able to be seen,
which Andrew wasn't too sad about.
On the other side of the large plaza some kids were playing,
but Andrew went without looking at them closely.