At the question, Felix pulled the lighter he'd stuffed into his pocket out and wiggled it. "We're good. I've got a backup too. Probably should save some of the shit that's here for other people."
He looked at his phone again, this time opening the map to figure out where to go. "Thanks, and...fuck, who knows what they're supposed to do. I wish they would though. Give us a damn heads up. Where are we going? The store's pretty fucking far, but they have supplies. Maybe even some flashlights. And they definitely have bottles and gas and booze for more molotovs if you need to shoot more shit. The whole front of the store's probably gonna be completely open though if they took out all the windows. I don't know anything about this shit." What the hell was defensible? What did that even really mean? Would they have to try to sleep in shifts? Stay up all night? Where the hell were all the planner people?