He shrugged he away. He didn't even want her touching him anymore. Closeness only brought pain. He walked over to the cupboards and looks through them himself. Empty jar of peanut butter, a packet of mustard, and a can of evaporated milk that was it.<em>Shit going to have to go out and steal something. Too damn cold to spange.</em>He grabbed his tattered black coat and backpack and walked out the door.<em>If she comes along fine, better though if she doesn't.</em>The snow crunched under his combat boots, as he walked. It was only about 2 blocks to wal-mart from the old dilapidated and drafty house they were squatting in.<br/><br/>The house looked like it had been built shortly after world war two, boxy and with only two floors. They had originally spent most of there time in the basement but as the weeks wore on and no one noticed they'd gotten bolder. Now it wasn't uncommon for them to lounge around in the frontrooms' dingy grey couch. He'd even wired the place so they got cable. it wasn't much but at least no one tried to make him talk. Well except Becca but family was always like that.<br/><br/>He paused at the end of the cul-de-sac, looking back, trying to see if his sister was going to tag along or not. If she was he didn't want to leave her to far behind.