The hostile voice that greeted them wasn't a good sign, Andrew was ready to turn and hurry back to the truck. It may have been a bad idea to move it so close to these strangers, if they proved to be less than friendly, escape might be difficult. Would the truck even start? Before he could usher Alan away, a female voice sounded behind the large barn door.

"We're fine, just having a bit of vehicle trouble and though to check out the area..." They didn't need much, they had food, water, most supplies they'd need, other than perhaps a good conversation. In the past two weeks they had fought more than they had in the past 22 years. Who knew survival would drive such a wedge between them at times? "Mind if we share your fire?" It was better to join their fire around inside the barn, than to start their own out in the open. Alan turned back to the camper, "We'll offer some food in trade..." They didn't have a lot to spare, but they wouldn't let others be hungry.

Andrew lowered his weapon and stood back a few feet, showing he meant no harm. Surely they wouldn't kill them just for being here? Alan went back to the camper and dug through a few bags. He pulled out a bag of jerky, an exciting find in one of their most recent searches, as well as a few candy bars. They had lucked out that anything had been left, but an overturned shelf had hid things the other looters missed. A gallon jug of water completed what he figured would be a good enough meal, and returned to the barn.

"Going to let us in or not?" Andrew asked with a smile.