"The food, the food! The difference between those who prepared in advance and those who didn't is too great!"
Derek pointed in every direction with his fingers and shouted.
"Those who brought food will eat well while others are stuck with steamed potatoes! It's unfair!"
Justin looked at Derek, surprised.
Was this guy actually saying something sensible for once?
What he pointed out was, in fact, a severe problem.
'It's not just about taste. Maintaining morale heavily depends on the quality of food.'
If survival zones existed in places other than their own it wasn't just an issue of preference.
If another survival zone, perhaps even a competing one, had stockpiled preserved foods…
"And if the food is plentiful and tastes good, then what would happen?"
'While some would curse as they gnawed on boiled potatoes, others would be celebrating with a feast, smiling in harmony.'
