With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Voodoo takes the satchel and opens it to reveal -
-Cram. So. Much. Cram. Cram to the brim.
(Twenty caps, too, but it's mostly just ALL THE CRAM.)
"We'll take it," Voodoo says, securing the satchel to his ruck. "I can barely stomach this shit, but it'll last us a while."
A quick glance out the window reveals a sun a few minutes away from dipping over the horizon. "Almost twilight. Mind sharin' the place with us for the night? We could use a roof over our heads. We'll head west at first light, if nothin' happens overnight."
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-Cram. So. Much. Cram. Cram to the brim.
(Twenty caps, too, but it's mostly just ALL THE CRAM.)
"We'll take it," Voodoo says, securing the satchel to his ruck. "I can barely stomach this shit, but it'll last us a while."
A quick glance out the window reveals a sun a few minutes away from dipping over the horizon. "Almost twilight. Mind sharin' the place with us for the night? We could use a roof over our heads. We'll head west at first light, if nothin' happens overnight."