It was a pretty nice day, all things considered. Summer had just started but the weather wasn’t too hot yet - a bit muggy in the swamp where the cabin was, but not bad. Robert swished the last of his clean water in his canteen before taking a swig.

Joe called out from the kitchen “Hey, starting on the last box of poptarts, we need to go raiding soon.”

Jane looked up from her crossbow, carefully maintaining her only weapon. “We need water first, and we don’t have a ton of ammo. Tomorrow, but get your gear in order tonight, we need to go early while it’s dark. I don’t want to get shot by any of those guards again, nearly died last time.” Since The End, Jane’s life had spiraled from being a secretary to an armored clad raider.

One day, Jules was a respectable married woman with her life in order and a well furnished NYC apartment that could of been featured in a Crate & Barrel magazine and the next day she was not. The intervening event between those two days, that Tuesday that she stopped by her apartment to get her chia and flax seed lunch smoothie she had forgotten, she walked in to find her husband balls deep in her best friend. So she did what any sensible, well kept woman would do and threw a $240 crystal whiskey decanter at him.