Yeah, it was kinda obvious once we all got there. I mean, all the tourist shit had already shut down ages before, so the hotels were all nice and empty and clean. [ Which is actually incredibly important in a world that's absolutely littered with rotting corpses. Places to live that you don't have to do body removal, or at least a minimal amount? Yes please. ] There was already enough frozen food spread across the Strip to feed an army for five years. And the electricity kept up 'cause of the dam, not like most places. So it turned out great, considering.

[ She pauses to take a huge gulp of her drink, idly considering that maybe she should add another shot to it. Instead, she fishes a new joint and a lighter out of her pocket, takes a hit and offers it to Sam (because she is a good party guest, thank you) before she continues. ]

Wasn't easy. I only had enough gas for the first two hundred miles or so. Walked the rest of the way, I 'bout thought I'd die by the time I hit the border and the guards picked me up.