#12 - Bar at the End of the World
We get all different types coming through here. It’s one of the only places for miles where someone won’t shoot you on sight for touching their land. There’s always a fine layer of dust settled on the bar and chairs no matter how many times I clean it and some of the windows have broken panes only covered by a bit of cloth. Before it would have been the kind of place that people avoided, but standards have gotten pretty low in the last decade. Now it’s a way station. It’s a place where a person can sit and relax and not worry about getting hurt because Theo collects all the weapons at the door and locks them up tight. We are the last bit of humanity here and I ain’t about to let some of us get killed off in a bar brawl. It’s a forced kindness that makes some people chafe, but makes my job easier. There are two people in the bar besides me and Theo. Vic is in the kitchen like always cooking up whatever he managed to harvest fr...