" I don't mind the crumbs; if you save the best for last." Yuuta responded.
" Damn. This is going to make sleeping even more unlikely. Stupid bandits and their eating habits, fucking up my sleep schedule. Times like these I wish I could read a bit better, or actually have a book."
" Sleeping is better than reading in my opinion, if you want I can lend you a manga but it's in Japanese." Yuuta replied casually. " Here, return it to me once you are done with your haircut," he handed the scissors to Rio. He was wondering how to pass it to her and was glad he had the opportunity. Rio seemed happy. It wasn't that Yuuta was naive in this post-apocalyptic world where most people try not to be too generous or trusting, but guarding against everyone can be tiring and he knew from experience.
Cora, appearing agreeable to Wade's plan, was urging the group to start moving.
"Bandits travel at night and half of us don't have a clue on how to correctly fire a weapon, never mind effectively use one to kill another human being if it comes to that. We'd get slaughtered and left to cook in the sun the next morning."
Yuuta remembered his ammo-less Desert Eagle Mark XIX which he traded for a loaf of bread. It is funny how hunger makes you realise what is more important. Unlike Boston, Yuuta suspected most of them in the group could fire a gun required. After all, weapons and ammunition were actually more common than finding canned food.