A week had passed since Jack and his men took off. The journey south was perilous. They had no idea where they were headed, only that the further south they went the more likely they were to find a land untouched by the long winter.
They took what they could carry from the Federation's stash of supplies. Food, water, bullets, medicine, and of course the most important for a group of mobile raiders on snowmobiles fuel.
Frankly, they didn't know how far they traveled, or where they were on the map. The winter had changed the world around them to the point it was no longer recognizable. They could have easily crossed several state boundaries by now.
Considering they only had around eighty men now, Jack and his raiders did their best to evade large settlements. Attacking mobile caravans and smaller camps when they came across them.
Most gave up without a fight, surrendering the goods demanded of them rather than risk an injury that could get them killed.
