Luckily the exchange goes without issue. Watching surroundings cautiously, I pocket the food rations and thank the backpacker before setting off on my way.
I make it a few blocks and look back to be sure I'm not being followed. The city looks suspiciously bare, except for two silhouettes perched on a high-rise not far from where the swap took place. My blood runs cold as I dive behind a mailbox, and I hope for bad aim. Peering back at the building from cover, I see one of them is waving at me. Their hand glints in the sun, and I realize bartering might have saved me. I sigh and break cover to wave back, before heading into a store to look for supplies.
Inventory
| Item | Amount /Ammo |
|---|---|
| Food | 2 |
| Pistol | 8 rounds |
- Hunger = Eaten at start of 2/2