Meanwhile, at the survivor camp…
A man yawned, stroking the fire. The weather had gotten unusually cold all of a sudden. Still, someone had to guard the perimeter.
What used to be the job of over a dozen people per gate had been reduced to just two guys.
There were others, but since the survivor camp has more or less been on a decline, Old Joe had no choice but to let most people guard the richies instead of the overall area.
"Sheesh, we'd need more wood," the well-rounded guy mumbled. "Maybe we should ask for warmer clothes."
"Sure, be my guest," the scrawny guy scoffed and kept stroking the fire. "While you're at it, give them your ass to explore too. Ever since Mila left with her girls, those disgusting fucks are going after anyone with a hole."
The guy cleared his throat before imitating someone, "You want to keep warm, then first you have to warm me up!"
Instead of retorting, the fat guy broke into laughter.
