Of all the shit that's happened, all the shit I've seen, I've never had to worry 'bout where my next meal's comin' from. Not really. Even in New York when we were living on sandwich meats and ramen noodles, there was still food. Not much, but it was always there.

Suddenly I feel incredibly sheltered and spoiled, a feeling I'm totally unfamiliar with.

"People live out there?" I say, looking out toward the ruins of the city and sounding more than a little skeptical.