Sam liked the attitude. But it was one she'd seen before. One she would see again. One that would be tempered as the days bled into weeks and those fucking weeks bled into months. Was she still angry?

Yes. Yes, she was fucking angry.

But she was also tired.

And it was harder and harder to ignore the fact that being angry was only making her even more exhausted. Especially when there was no real progress from one month to the next. They were damn hamsters spinning in wheels.

"Well, if we're good at anything, it's stealing shit," Sam mused. "There are a lot of abandoned buildings out there. Especially in the other village. We've been putting that crap to use."