Editing The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/New Hampshire

Here, have some coffee. That's the last of my Dunkin's, so don't spill it. You're in Nashua, New Hampshire. How long you been on the road? Shit. Boston's still glowing, huh?

This here used to be the Pheasant Lane Mall, but now it's sort of an army base and refugee center. The old stores are our barracks, stripped of goods and filled with bedding from the many local furniture stores. We had a lot of them. I can still hear the jungles. We get plenty coming from New York and such, it's been slow the past year.

We have water, filtered from the local rivers. We grow most of our own food, there's a lot of farmland in the hills, and we've got a few greenhouses built in the parking lots. Think you can manage solids? Here, try this. No, it ain't beef. We're calling it rover. See, we had a lot of dog breeders here, before Boston lit up. After the 'Marts ran out of meat, we had to try different sources. There's a lot of deer out there, but deer can't smell radiation and ain't safe to eat.