days 7 and 8 and end :D

"You wanna learn how to fill shotgun shells?" she asked Oscar. He was preparing to lie down. "Oh no, you're not taking a nap here. If Martha's going to feed us and let us stay here tonight, we're going to do something to help out. I just - oh, there it is." She'd probably been looking right at the little dot on the map that marked Columbus this whole time. She pushed the pin into the map and the wall behind it, tugged on Oscar's leash, and went into the kitchen.

The twins were setting things up on the trestle table - a jumbo size canister of salt, a couple open boxes of shotgun shells, an empty aluminum can. As Marya came in, Harrow twisted one of the shells open and dumped out the gunpowder inside, emptying it into the bowl before pouring salt into the shell.

( This isn't going to do it )

words: 2327
total words: 51,192

woo hoo!

aaaand we're done. :D i'm so pleased. i don't have a title but i have 51k words and isn't that what nanowrimo is all about? am i right?

this one's for saunteringdown, for being a vocal fan of the post-apocalypse. (you have to share the twins and the two guys from portland with wrenlet, tho. i hope you don't mind.)

i don't have a list of acknowledgements this year, but everyone who read, whether you commented or not, thank you. :> it was kind of a mess in places and it needs some judicious editing but i hope that overall you liked it.