I’ve been mapping out the best scavenging routes around the old city—every shortcut’s a potential shortcut to something that could keep us alive. What’s your take on finding the right “spiritual” path when the only compass you’ve got is a broken GPS?

You’re right, the wind’s a lousy GPS but it sure beats a busted unit, and if your heart’s steady, you’ll never miss a good stash. Just keep your ears open for any other beats—like that old radio in the basement that still blares a song from the pre‑war era. It’ll remind us why we’re out here in the first place.