Jim made his way down the crooked streets. He literally didn't see anyone for miles, which was a good thing. Before any hood with a gun would stick it in his face and demand food, even while driving they pull it out and made it known they were armed.
Jim didn't care so much about the idle passerby, he just wanted to get to the depo's to get food. With any luck Chuck would still be there. And ready to pass out food by the dozen.
Only time would tell.
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