Junk Town of the Wasteland - 7

The sun rose over the Wasteland.

Sunlight pierced through the curtainless windows of the Salami Motel, gently invading the room.

It danced across Max’s face, waking him from his sleep.

“…”

Waking up, Max was the first to sit up.

Fortunately, Leader was sleeping facing the opposite wall. Flora already had her eyes open.

Rubbing his eyes, Max asked, just in case.

“Couldn’t sleep because it was uncomfortable?”

“…No. I was sleeping and just woke up too.”

Flora slowly sat up, her voice lacking energy...