"It's broken, is what it is. There were plants once. Oceans. Not any more." It's very matter of fact, the way she comments on the apocalypse. "There were wars."

Having filled her canteen, she moves to follow him again. "It was a warlord's lair. It's very well set up. The problem is a lot of it relied on slave labor, and we're not doing that any longer. Ever."

Figuring out alternatives for some things has been tricky. Luckily most of those who were once captives are content to stay on and help, for the promise of safety and food and a little kindness.