There I was cleaning up behind the VPS office and found a pit dug under some shrubs. Behind them lay a mysterious thing that gives the band a fighting chance against the ever mounting foes. Handguns, just what the volunteers need. Some could even be sold to help fund the ones used by the volunteers that are helping keep the city put together as well as they can. Bullets, so many bullets of so many kinds. Lined in rows and stacks within their air tight containers she would run her fingers over them. Instantly thinking of selling some as well to help keep her people in rounds she realizes she may have to have some sort of regulations or at least background checks. Can’t be having them going straight into the hands of the ones that wish us ill can we.

I know this. I found them. I slipped a word to a little birdy to get the word out. Psst, did the little birdy find you?