I find Zion in the market. He's stuck at the scrap man's table too. He's messing with something.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get this to work."
The owner comes up to us. "The circuit board is fried on it. If someone needs parts, it could work for them."
"You keep everything."
"Yes. I do. Are you searching for anything specific?"
"No."
"FUNGUS HERE." We spin around, and a man is carrying bags of black and green stuff.
"DINOSAUR TEETH."
"DINOSAUR OIL."
"Why?"
"It makes skin soft."
"EGGS."
A man comes up to the stall. "I have walkie talkie's. 1 was destroyed. The other works. Would you trade some yeast for them?"
"Yea. I have some yeast."
"What's yeast do?"
The man smiles. "Makes bread."
Zion pulls me away, and we check out other stalls. "Yeast can make alcohol when mi
