Baby Food

Nathan Wallace hadn't visited Graverobber enough to get addicted. In truth, his first visit had rather turned him off from the whole deal. He spent that whole week holed up in his house, tending to the infant Shilo. He got his first work assignment the next week, and suddenly found himself back in that alleyway he'd met the dealer in the first time.

At first, it didn't seem like Graverobber was even there. Then, suddenly the lid of a nearby dumpster clanged open and he was suddenly on the street.

"Finally come back for more? Have you gotten your first payment or something?" So he had remembered Nathan had just gotten a job. He must have a good memory. He probably had tons of customers.

"Not exactly…" Nathan didn't know why he had even come. The drug hadn't brought Marni back.

"Pity…"

"Wait! Why do you accept sexual favors as payment?" Nathan spouted, not even sure where the thought had come from.

Graverobber didn't even stop in his journey away from Nathan, "Well, it's something, isn't it?"

"It doesn't get you food, though."

"Nope. Not unless I eat the baby they have- Oh, come on, no one's gotten pregnant before. Stop looking at me like that." Graverobber rolled his eyes, finally stopping. "Why did you agree to comply, then?"

Nathan shrugged, wishing he hadn't brought the subject up after all.

"See?" Graverobber said with finality, as if this made some important point.

Nathan pondered the question his whole walk home.