And this was one of the better scenarios he had considered—one where they could find supplies.
Then, even if life was hard, they could endure for a while and things would eventually improve.
But what if they couldn't find any?
Then it wouldn't just be about living a bitter, difficult life. No matter how much they scrimped and saved, if they couldn't find new supplies, their entire group would starve to death.
Supplies were hard to come by these days. Whenever a new cache of food was discovered, countless factions like theirs would fight to the death over it.
They weren't successful every time.
That's why they had a strict system for rationing their food. Everyone followed it to the letter, and no one dared to break the rules.
They all knew that these supplies were their lifeline. Every extra moment they could hold out increased their chances of finding hope—their chances of survival.
Lawrence understood this better than anyone. 'So why is he doing this today?!'
