"I found a little food," Will said, hurrying over to the stash he'd put inside backpack he'd found. Stolen, really, but it wasn't like anyone was using it.

He'd found a few cans, and a church-key can opener, and a few packages of crackers and even a box of granola bars that didn't look too questionable, and a couple of cans of flat soda.

"You're right, we should have somewhere to meetup. You know, if we do get separated."