Curly softly gazed down at the table, before gazing over at the mouthwash next to him. Did they really have to drink this to survive? The thought killed him. The thought of Anya and the others getting sick off of mouthwash and having limited food made him feel like he failed as a captain.

Curly gulped softly and then turned, grabbing a can of beans and opening them with a can opener. They only had 3 more cans left.