nextgen_citizen:

Four, as the girl was known as, looked at the boy standing next to her. Her stomach was twisted up in hunger and she needed to eat. Soon. It had been a few days since the last time they managed to find some food. Dumpsters outside of restaurants were great places to find something resembling edible, but they were usually chased away before they could really find anything worth eating.

The boy shrugged.

"We have to eat," Four said.

"I know," Ten, as he was called, answered. "There's a building there that looks like a club. Maybe there's something in the dumpster out back in the alley." She was right. They had to eat soon. It had been a week since they escaped from the building that had been their home for the past few months. They had no memories of anything before that.

There had been an /incident/ and the two had managed to escape. Ten had always been curious about the outside world. They had made their way to New Orleans and lived in the streets.

Four and Ten made their way to the dumpster behind the club and started rooting around in it.