It's been several days since our little caravan finally reached the outskirts of Newberry - a mid-sized town far removed from the ravages of the war zones Zander assured us would be the perfect place to start fresh. The journey here was long and arduous, filled with its own set of challenges like mapping unfamiliar terrain and a few too-close encounters with unsavory scavenger groups along the way.
But none of that matters now as I stand in the middle of what will soon be the living room of our very own home, drinking in the warm sunlight streaming through the big front windows. It's a humble dwelling by any pre-war standards - a simple two-story structure with a spacious front porch and a decent amount of land surrounding it that Greg is already dreaming of converting into gardens and an
