A bead of sweat rolled off of Jones' forehead as he finished loading up a hefty crate onto one of the shopping carts that made up this jury rigged caravan. Said box in question was made of cardboard, and had the title of 'Stock Chicken', A cursory look inside revealed what had to be about twenty cans of food. In this day and age, that was a lot. Jones' current load was compromised of mostly food this time around, and that wasn't such a good thing. 

See, when you load up a caravan, you have to take into stock what you're delivering. Food, medical supplies, and even working electronics usually invited unwanted guests to the table, and having a vulnerable one such as this would be dangerous. It was why five brutes stood off to the side, some of them smoking, some of them drinking, just passing the time while they waited. Including them, his current caravan tallied up to fifteen people. Sufficient numbers to avoid most flocks of Lost, but not enough to go unnoticed. Looking around, he let out a weary sigh at the state of their affairs. It was better than most, but when you drag around shopping carts, plastic utility carts, and hell, even a crude wooden one made out of what seemed to be a fence it all tended to be rather depressing. 

What he really wished for was having access to livestock. A horse, an ox, even a cow would be great if he could just get his hands on one. Of course, unless you were high ranking in DERB or you were extremely lucky, odds of getting one were nilch. See, some idiot thought that it would be better to eat the horses and not even leave a few to repopulate. He could do for some fresh meat, though. 

Currently he was in one of the major settlements still left running, said settlement being Blanche. His grumbling stomach was reinforced by the faint whiff of something roasting. Probably rat or bird, but he wasn't about to wade his way back through the market just to get a taste. He would have to deal with cold stock later that night once they settled down. A cold breeze flowed through the back alley they were in, sending a chill down his spine. He wasn't even sure what year it was, let alone the date, but just by the breeze could he tell that winter would be coming soon. Winter was always bad. 

Of course, he would have to worry later. Everything had been loaded up and he picked up a small clip board, reading over the supplies they had taken up. Mostly canned food, but he managed to snag a few luxuries. Apples and oranges. He had three sacks of each, and they would certainly catch a good price. His mouth watered just thinking about them, but of course, selling them would be worth more than a minute of heaven. Seeing that everything was accounted for, he opened his mouth, letting out a call to his crew. 

"Alright laddies, its about time we finally got out of here and on the road. I wanna be close to Fairview by the time it gets dark, so no slowing down!" His orders were met by some slight groans, but for the most part he was agreed with. They all just wanted to get to Asylum on the way to SZ Sigma. The place, contrary to its name, was known for its raunchy whore houses, and many of them would spend their pay on a few girls while they stayed there. More to them, he thought. As long as they were happy, they didn't complain. He himself could have gone for a girl, but the miser side of him was always against his ideas. Of course, he would just have to see what happened.

"Alright, let's go, lads!"