Nick opened his backpack and began digging through things until he found his sewing kit.  It was more of an emergency repair kit, but it had the essentials: needles and thread and a small pair or scissors.  He took it out.<br/><br/>"We're in Eastern Colorado, about two hundred miles southeast of the ruins of Denver.  This used to be the American heartland, amber waves of grain and all that shit.  They call it the wasteland now.  There is a small town closeby, Briar Rose.  It's just a little dot on the map.  We'll probably go there tomorrow."<br/><br/>He handed her the sewing kit and pointed to the packback he had her carrying.  "There are some men's clothes in there.  You're going to spend today making yourself some winter clothes.  I'll go hunting for meat."  He was telling her now, not asking.  He considered her a liability.  He needed to know if she would at least follow orders.  He wasn't too harsh, she'd been abused and raped, but this wasn't a democracy.  He'd make the rules.<br/>