"Well when the shop is up and running again I'm sure you could get some. They have a lake nearby which they purify i think" Flint looked to the man "You know he will die within the next week anyway... the wasteland is a place where the weak or wounded die.." Flint said to the woman as she jogged to another 'patient' "Looks like I'm going to be here awhile" Flint grumbled as he began to follow the woman. He witnessed the mercy killing but could only think of the bullet she had wasted. "Your going to need a lot of ammunition..." Flint said thinking of all the other survivors who where still barely alive. "Maybe we should get some people to round up any survivors, maybe set up somewhere as a makeshift field hospital ?" Flint asked