Joy knew she had screwed up when the two wealthy merchants turned to look at her. Her heart skipped a beat, her stomach rolled, but she remained calm on the surface.
She held up the box of ampicillin and looked at the seller with exasperation all over her face. "Ten dollars a box, this is outrageous!"
The wealthy merchants looked away from her and continued their conversation.
"So, when we become part of the fortress, do you plan to apply for inner housing on Westbrook Mountain. I heard from a close friend that it is where most of the rich live."
"I heard they were planning to move to Westbrook town and build villas. Not just any villas but high end with some fancy tech that they government was taking ages to approve before the apocalypse. Now, no government means no red tape. We can rebuild the world according to our image."
The other one laughed. "It has never been a better time to be wealthy."
