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Parker is the best choice. Let's go tell him."

The three of you walk to the side of the clearing, where Parker and Kelly are setting up blankets in the crook of several spruce trees. As you step closer, Parker stands with a half-hearted smile. His clothes are dirty and worn, his face has flecks of dried blood, and his face has lost the normal glow. "Hey there. What's up?"

"We need someone to collect and keep track of our inventory," you say. "We thought you might be good for the job."

Parker's smile widens. "Really? You thought of me? Don't I feel special." He bites the side of his lip and glances at the floor, as if mulling over a huge job offer. "I'll give it a try."

"Great. We're lucky to have you as our quartermaster," Rachel says.

"Quartermaster?" Parker repeats in Rachel's British tone. "I like the sound of that."

"Now that we're set on someone to manage supplies, let's pool our respective inventories and prepare food for everyone."

As the matter of quartermaster is finished, Jaime steps up to you. "Hey, I figured you'd want to check out our food supply. When you're done, let me know so I can cook something up. I got an idea for Apocalypse Stew I want to try out."