The Apocalypse Hoarder
Add yesterday's insults to that, and old grudges mixed with new ones.
[Yeah, yeah, we're all trash. Miss Perfect doesn't need us anyway.]
[Haha, Miss Perfect's a fighter now? Go take them on yourself.]
[You sure yelled loud yesterday. Thought you were tough. Guess not.]
[Better you die. If you're gone, maybe the rest of us stay safe.]
The chat filled with laughing emojis and mockery. No one felt sorry. If Tina's place got hit, at least their own homes might be spared for now.
The cold ridicule crushed her. She turned to the women in the building and pleaded.