desperate times | jack scavenge, day 3

He looked a bit silly wearing one vest on top of the other, but he figured at least that it was better to be safe than sorry as he finished up his work in the medical wing before hasting himself back over to the training room. If he thought it seemed particularly barren that first night, it was even more so now, with literally no one else in sight. If there were different circumstances, he would've given into the urge to shout, just to see if an echo called back to him. However, due to the fact that most everyone left in the building would've been more than happy to deliver Jack's head back to District Five on a pike, he figured it best to keep quiet as he slinked over to the plants station with hopes of finding more of whatever the heck that plant was that took the pain out of the cut on his leg.

What had it been labeled? Murdock? Burdock? Something along those lines... Was there any left?

Not that he could see. But he plopped a spring of mustard into his mouth to keep him satiated as he moved on.

[searches plants station]
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[garlic mustard (edible)]