When: Early July-ish Where: Inventory warehouse Who: @kaz-raval​

The warehouse wasn’t a place Vic really chose to hang out. It wasn’t all that interesting. Really he couldn’t imagine a job much more dull than organizing and counting and maintaining stock of supplies and having to deal with exchanging tokens for goods with all the grabby hands of the town. It was like being a service clerk in a shop but the inventory was extremely limited and no one really ended up leaving happy. The customer wasn’t even always right. 

The only reasons he ever showed his face at inventory was to quickly grab a couple things he needed - a fresh change of clothes, toothpaste, shit like that - or, in this particular case, dropping off what had been gathered during the latest run.

“Guess what,” he remarks to Kaz as he approaches the building with a bag in hand. “We’ve got the same shit we’ve already got on hand. Isn’t that exciting?” They needed to go further out, really, to see if they could scavenge anything better. But a few canned goods and odds and ends from a corner store that had still been left behind by the last group through (probably with no means of carrying more at the time) was better than nothing, he supposed.