"But a barter for a the poor sartor" said the strange bird creature. It took a while for the young predator to know what barter and sartor meant. It's not like there is any school systems anymore. Plus no one talks like this bird anymore. No one talks in this world anymore. This is Timothy's first conversation with some else besides Lord in years. These men unease her. The bird more than Mr. Hammer. Yet she had to admit it is nice. This world is so quiet. The loudest things in this area are the screams and the wind. At times it's seemed like everything would go still. And one could hear tiny pebbles roll off large mounds of rubble. Or hear the dust settle against a surface. It would seem this world is peaceful.
But it's not. It's lonely. Life is almost nonexistent. Lord once told Timothy that a lot people were scared of UFO's. Thought aliens would take over earth. The humans of Earth 2.0 didn't have the worry. No alien would want this broken planet. "You mean, you want me to help you or something," Timothy finally answered after a pregnant pause. Honestly don't have time for this. I need to be with Lord. At this moment Lord is probably a pale corpse waiting to be chewed on. That realization was hard blow in Timothy's gut. What if I missed his death because I was playing around with these fools.
Yes, part of her still wonders if she should eat Lord or not. However another part, a part belonging to the ideals of humanity, wanted to be with her father. Comfort him in his last moment. But, what could she say to comfort him? Nothing. "I-" Timothy was going to say I won't help in anyway. That I have more important matters. But what if she just brought more attention on herself? What if the bird was predator as well? She felt rapid flow of anger. I don't want anybody eating his body. Do I even want to see his body?. The plot is now confusing.