Once his food arrived he took it from the bar and moved to a table alone in the back of the room. He sat in a chair with his back into the corner. Quickly he placed his food onto the table and started to appreciate his meal. It had been a while since he didn’t have to cook his food and for him it was like Christmas. Rat burger… now to most in the old world this undoubtedly sounded disgusting but here it was paradise. Shiftily, he looked around as he produced an old ketchup packet. With a small tug it opened and he wafted the smell into his nostrils. It was a good packet, lucky for him. With that he spread it all over his food and started to eat. It didn’t take long for his ears to start picking up people talking. 

“But it’s the last Bible!” One man said… he looked like a Bob so that is what he named him in his head. 

“Yes and?” A small woman said… she looked like a Sarah. Once again in his mind that was her name.

“How else do you think that church of crazy people are controlled?” Bob asked Sarah. 

“WITH FEAR!” He yelled but somehow made it sound like a whisper. As if something or someone was about to steal all his money. 

“Umm… I’m not following. You know I don’t know what a bible is or how to read right?” Sarah said and with that she walked over to the bar. She ordered something and Bob followed her. Probably trying to convince her about this book. It was all fun and games… until some crazy priest ended up with a bible after the Oasis farms formed. The amount of power that book held over the weak minded… sheeple…

Jonathan shrugged and continued eating his food. Ahh French fries. So fatty and full of salt… Something that was grown around this town, most likely. He say back and slowly picked at his food in hopes that something interesting would happen.