night. Fuelled by that same battle energy that was keeping Steve going.

Steve: Maybe they are not in such bad shape as I imagine, this… virus… or whatever it is, seems to keep us all in better shape than normal. Maybe I should go get medical supplies and whatever I can find in the next town. Do a tour and collect what I can… God damn it.

Thousands of hungry mouths to feed. This is the last thing I wanted.

He looks back out over the crowd, they stare back up towards the window at their new reluctant leader.

Steve: What? How would I know what to do with all of you? … Maybe I could get you all to farm your own food. Potato is easy enough right? You just