Don't like eating it?
"Alright."
John slipped it into his pocket and lifted the tent flap, only to realize he'd slept quite a while.
Night had already fallen.
Mobile lights once again blanketed the camp.
Several military off-road vehicles were propped up on the open ground, with a grill made from repurposed vehicles sizzling with oil, featuring some Mexican tortillas and synthetic meat chunks.
Around them, many Wanderers were gathered, holding beers in hand.
They were discussing a military off-road vehicle in the center of the area, occasionally pointing beneath the lifted hood, offering different modification ideas and configuration comparisons.
Suddenly, a beast-like roar erupted.
The tires kicked up dust, which coated the headlights, and the surrounding Wanderers immediately burst into cheers.
"Ha, what a fantastic bitch, I knew, damn it, you could be even more sensational!"
Screwdriver slid out from underneath the car.
