The sun had just risen, and a new day began.
The buzzing came from far to near, an ugly-looking electric "Warthog" roared in like the messenger of dawn from the direction of the refuge, hovering steadily beside the house where the exploration team took shelter.
The gale whipped up by the propellers stirred the surrounding debris, leaving the dozen or so newly joined survivors from the town quite shaken. They had almost forgotten that industrial civilization still existed in this world.
Thanks to the short flight, the "Warthog" arrived fully loaded.
In the open cargo hold, dozens of barrels of heavy fresh water were neatly stacked, interspersed with baskets of fresh fruits, vegetables, and bread.
After potatoes, the bright red tomatoes were the second-largest crop planted by the refuge. They were easy to grow and process, and could be made into long-lasting jam.
