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“Water’s low,“ I muttered, staring at the rusty canister we called our reserve. “We can’t keep finding it in abandoned buildings forever,“ she replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon. I nodded, understanding the urgency. It’s like knowing the car is running out of gas, and you’re not sure where the next station is. Simple solutions, complex execution. We talk filters, purifiers, and the distant memory of clean, running taps. The taste of simplicity long gone. But survival is a game of boring moves. Checkmate with every sip. The dopamine now comes from spotting a hidden stash of canned beans, not from the fizz of a cola. We reminisce about a time when we paid for our food and walked away without a second thought. Now every step counts, and boredom is a luxury. “What’s the plan?“ she asked. The same question as always, a broken record in a world with no music. Simple: scavenge, ra