That was good to hear. There were still people out there, spread out and far from what civilization was left, but they were still out there. If there were still cities here and there and settlements to be found, people willing to help travelers, then maybe there was hope. JP had always been adaptable, and this situation was no different. He rolled with the punches and found a way to make everything work.
That said, the idea that things might some how sort of eventually go back to how they were was appealing. Not that he was jumping to conclusions or anything, but knowing for sure there were other people out there making it work was a comfort.
"I wonder if we'll ever know how many people are out there, still surviving?" He wondered aloud, flipping the last few donuts onto the towel.