“It’s a prepper’s dream down here,” she said. Angel snorted. “Fucking preppers.” “You have issues with them?” “Just when we pump their wells dry.” He laughed cynically. “Never could figure out why people would think they could survive all out on their lonesome like that. All of them sitting in their little bunkers, thinking they’re going to ride out the apocalypse alone.” “Maybe they watch too many old Westerns.” “Nobody survives on their own.”
