We ran into another group of survivors. All girls. They had a ton of gas in a water storage tank turned fuel depot and we were able to barter for 100 gallons. They weren’t bad looking, mind you, but what they wanted to barter was really strange. They were all devoted furries before the apocalypse and so, Jennie and I, we had to wear masks and roleplay with them for six hours before they would give it to us.
Just another day in the wasteland.