After civilization has been broken down for a decade or two, and most of the hotheads have expended all their ammo on eachother, more pragmatic people cautiously begin to exchange goods and services.
Like this spot, where a few mechanically inclined folks have set up shop in an old service station, just off of what we now know as Interstate 40.
Like, if your zombie apocalypse vehicle looks like this, where the hell are you going to buy new tires? Or get your differential rebuilt?
You’ll probably run out of gas way before then, so don’t worry about it.
Janet converted and old, fossil-fuel Chicago Transit Authority bus into her RV when things started getting out of hand.
After years of ducking bullets and bus thieves, her last set of tires ran out of tread, thus turning her bus house into a house house. After she sold out an experimental batch of cactus wine in an hour to a few locals, she moved out and turned her house into a tavern.
Thanks for hanging in there, I’m going to do a couple more of these, then eventually begin an actual graphic narrative.
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Nopal Vino: Leather-free cactus sneakers
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