Matt raised his hand high enough that his three companions could see from cover,
"Guys, all of you come on out!"
He yelled.
"These guys are gonna' get back up before too long. We better do something about that."
He said to Jack, kneeling by the female bandit's corpse and drawing his bayonet from its sheath. He tried not to look too closely at the woman's pale, lifeless features as he forced the blade under the base of her skull and into her brain. He worked the knife back and forth a few times, thoroughly destroying the lower sections of her slowly reanimating brain. He pulled the knife back out with a sickening noise somewhat like a squish. He wiped the gory mess off on the woman's undershirt and smoothly pulled off her jacket. It was a dull green color, made out of an expensive wind and rain resistant material. Shan could use this.
"As awkward as it may be, nowadays we have to live like coyotes. When we kill, we can't afford to waste anything, even clothing."
He explained to jack as he laid the jacket atop one of the tents. The blood would wash off easily enough. 

"Let's see what they've collected now."
Matt said, unzipping one of the tents. He paused as he stared inside at the neatly stacked cans and packages of food, fuel and clothing. There was enough to last a dozen people a short time. Or two people a very long time. He glanced at Jack out of the corner of his eye, wondering if the man's thoughts had wandered down the same road as his. To share or hoard? That was the question.