"I think we should keep an eye on them. If they get eaten by monsters, that's on them, not us," Logan said, a sly idea forming in his mind.
"Do whatever the hell you want," Franklin waved him off, clearly annoyed and not in the mood to argue.
Ethan and the rest of the group stepped into a spacious guest room. The lighting was dim, the furnishings barebones—just a few wooden tables and chairs, and a bunch of planks laid out to form a large communal sleeping area.
"This place is a dump. I've stayed at construction sites with better conditions," Chris muttered.
"Huh? Uncle Chris, I thought you used to deliver packages. When did you work construction?" Brandon asked, making small talk.
Chris gave an awkward chuckle. "I got too many complaints delivering packages."
"Oh..." Brandon nodded, like that totally tracked for him.
Thomas gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah, the accommodations are a bit rough, but this is actually the best we've got in Oasis. Hope you guys don't mind too much."
