"It'll probably take a month or two to sort through all these supplies. There's just so much. Why are there rocks?"
Earlier, when they were on the road, Evelyn had found a lot of nice-looking rocks in the Stone Forest and put them in her space.
"We're keeping these rocks. They can be used as decorations."
Quincy clucked his tongue. "There are also a few bags of mud in here."
"That's clay. It can be used to make pottery."
"Evelyn, you just let this motorcycle get squashed in a pile of clothes?"
The motorcycle was collected during a supply run, along with all these clothes, shoes, and bags scattered on the floor. Before the apocalypse, these were all luxury goods they couldn't have afforded.
"These clothes can still be worn if we alter the style a bit. The quality is excellent. We should keep this pile of crocodile skin bags. If the economy ever recovers, they might be useful for trading."
