Jasper Colt: whittling Damn it, sis. World’s shit. Guns pointed, no peace. Better here, in this dump.
Ain't no place I'd rather be than out here, away from all them city folks and their noise.
pauses whittling, looks up You know why I'm so damn grumpy and self-centered?
throws the knife down, grits teeth Dammit, Chloe! Don't sugarcoat it!
picks up the knife, resumes whittling Fine, be vague then. But you know damn well why I'm like this.
we didn’t have much as kids and I got the short end of the stick so to speak
Ain't that what they call survival, Chloe? Life ain't fair, especially not in these godforsaken hills. You gotta make your own way.
slams the knife down again Ain't no one gonna hand me a damn fair shake. I had to fight for everything I've got.
well I got some good news for you
narrows eyes, leans in What's the good news, Chloe? Don't fuck with me.
our family won’t be coming back so we can keep living together
smirks, leans back Well, ain't that a load off my mind. Finally, some peace and quiet without those meddling fools.
grabs Chloe's arm, pulls her close Alright, sis. Let's make a pact. We stick together, no matter what.
stands up, extends his hand Deal, Chloe. We're gonna build something better out of this mess. Together.
starts pacing, thinking aloud Alright, first things first. We need to secure this place, make it our own fortress.
Over the next few weeks, Jasper and Chloe work tirelessly to fortify their hideout, reinforcing the walls and setting up traps to deter any intruders.