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The clearing on the Colorado hillock has become a safe haven of sorts, set back in a clearing of the forest. No one can see your group from the highway below. In the small clearing, tents and blankets line the outer part of the circle, and the survivors take spots as food is passed from pot to person, filling bowls, empty Tupperware, and any other container scrounged for use. Staring at your bowl, you sigh at the thought that this meager amount of soup is all you'll eat for the foreseeable future. Haven't you suffered enough?