someone had placed medical supplies for anyone who
needed them.
A hand-painted board telling survivors where to find clean water.
The apocalypse had destroyed many things.
But it had not destroyed the human habit of leaving signs for the next
person.
Bai Li looked at the board as they passed.
"Someone is trying."
Yan Cijin looked too.
"Yes."
The motorcycle slowed at another intersection.
A few survivors were clearing broken glass from the road.
One of them recognized Yan Cijin first.
"Hey!"
Yan Cijin turned.
The woman waved enthusiastically.
"You're back!"
"Yes."
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Bai Li glanced at Yan Cijin.
Neither needed to explain the golden fruits.
Yan Cijin answered simply, "We did."
The woman smiled.
"Good."
She pointed ahead.
"The apartment road is clear. We cleared it this morning."
Bai Li nodded.
"Thanks."
The woman looked at the motorcycle.
"And your bike survived too."
Bai Li smiled.
"It did."
