Jack Simmons sighed as he looked around his club. Before the wall went up, his speakeasy had been a booming business. Jack and his brother, Jimmy Sawyer, had been making more money then what Jack could have made if he had been able to make in the Yankees. People had not like the Prohibition and Jack had made an effort to make it a classy place. It had music and good drinks. The people of New York said to come to Jack's club for a good time. Business was down now, not everyone was willing to risk being around the infected to get a beer. There were still some people who could not resist the spirits but business wasn't as good as it once was and money did not flow as easily. Jack wiped down the bar as he listened to Maggie Adler, his girlfriend, sing. There was only a handful of people watching her. Jimmy set a small basket of eggs in front of him. Jimmy and Jack were born to an interracial couple and while full blooded brothers, Jimmy had darker skin, like their mother. Not many knew their bond. They assumed Jimmy was Jack's employee and nothing more.<br/><br/>"Jones paid us with eggs, again. His old lady gots a few chickens in their apartment."<br/><br/>"At least we get to eat."<br/><br/>Jack replied grimly, but he was getting tired of always eating eggs. The money they had made before the virus hit didn't do them much good inside the walls. Maggie was able to keep a little garden going in their own place but vegetables and eggs were so boring, especially when it was just about all the three of them ate every meal.<br/><br/>"Yeah, but one of these days I'd like one of her chickens."<br/><br/>"Me too."<br/><br/>Jack said with a nod. He understood, as did Jimmy, why Jones' old lady wouldn't let anyone eat the chickens. At least she had a source of food in this crazy town but eggs was getting old. So, was being stuck inside these walls. It wasn't right of the government to keep them trapped in here with the infected. They weren't animals.