"Just crap food left, huh?" Al sighed, opening the door. The back of the ambulance was filled to the roof with boxes, plastic storage containers, jugs of water, gas cans, paper bags, first aid kits, just about anything he could find that would fit inside. Some of it was full, most of it was empty. "I suppose it's better than nothing. If there's gonna be people there, they need a lot of food, and we should bring as much as we can. And we're gonna need water, medical supplies and gas, too. Luxury items only if there's room, but if we get enough gas stored up we can come back out on more supply runs."<br/><br/>He reached in and started rummaging around for something.<br/><br/>"We should get started soon..." he said. "Right now, though, I need some food, about a week of showering and some fresh clothes. I've been wearing these damn scrubs for months. Ah, THERE we go!" he pulled out an open box full up of tin cans. "I got baked beans, chicken soup, dinty moore, all kinda stuff. It's not much, but it's probably better vending machine crap. Want some?"