"You're scamming us?!" Said one of Clyde's friends, they all knew how hard it was to gather such supplies and Duke's group was asking for a sack for each, which meant they would need to give 14 sacks of supplies that even they could not gather just like that.
Coming from affluent backgrounds, they were keenly aware that wealth held little significance in their current reality. What mattered now were essentials like food, medicine, and water, which were poised to become the new currency, sustaining their survival until they discovered a comparable commodity for trade in the future to become a new currency. What Kisha was asking as her payment underscored the urgency of securing vital supplies. Clyde couldn't discern whether Kisha was testing their resolve or simply driven by greed, leaving him to clench his jaw in frustration as he glanced at his companions who had embarked on this perilous journey with him.
