The recruits froze when Shane called them over. They had been hammering beams into place for the foundation of their new warehouse… Sweat dripping down their brows, when Shane suddenly called out for them…
"Gather around. We have a visitor."
Confused, the ten Super Soldiers exchanged wary glances.
Visitors? Out here? In the apocalypse?
Then they saw him. A lone figure slowly walked toward the outpost, carrying a massive backpack that looked three times his size.
The pack bulged with supplies, its straps were already biting into his shoulders, but the man walked like it was very normal.
The recruits instinctively reached for their weapons, but Shane raised a hand. "Relax. He's a merchant. They're normal. I've had plenty visit my other shelters."
The recruits blinked in disbelief. "Merchants? Traveling around like that?"
They were all surprised…
