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Connor was sitting on the gangway under a large sign advertising a strip club a few miles down with a small ancient pair of binoculars that Kira had found in the shack scanning the decrepit highway and the areas around it for life. The burnt out shells of cars covered the highway each coated with a thick layer of snow and moss. The wasteland looked beautiful and to Connor it was strangely comforting. It was like being in a combat zone, you kept your eyes open and your mind clear, there was no more worrying about bill's, that new manager at work who's looking to fire you or in Connor's case, there was no worrying about whether your work was legal or not. In this new world it was survive or die, and that's just the way Connor liked it.

After half an hour of watching the highway Connor pulled his way down of the catwalk, he jumped the last metre or so onto the hood of a old mustang, it was probably once someone's pride and joy now just left to rust. Trudging through the snow Connor scanned the highway for signs of movement. Connor had been walking for a mile or so when he saw the smoke billowing up from one side of the highway, Connor scrambled over the icy cold railings and went back into the forest following a game trail towards the smoke. The camp had been set up in and around an old dinner. It looked pretty well organised, men and women strolled around the camp in a mixture of civilian and military gear, most were carrying automatic rifles and the vehicles all looked ex-millitary apart from a large oil truck that was parked up next to the dinner. In the dinner Connor could see meat being butchered on the counter before thrown onto a rack over a fire, Connor found himself salivating until he saw one of the butchers pull the body of a young man of a meat hook and start to hack at his leg.

Connor quickly pulled his shotgun from over his shoulder and tucked himself further into his hiding spot "Fucking cannibals" He whispered to himself as he watched, it had been bound to happen Connor thought as he watched them work, given enough time any predator would turn to cannibalism if there's nothing to eat. Connor watched for an hour or so as patrols of men came back into the camp with more supplies and every now and then a prisoner was dragged out and paraded around as men and women alike jeered and laughed. Connor quickly made his way back to the cabin as he watched a mother and two little boys get pulled out the back of one of the cannibals trucks. "You guys should start packing Connor saidas he burst into the groups cabin.