John slowly walked over to one of the small lights planted in the ground, then sat down on a low stone. He didn't rush to continue speaking, as if choosing which parts could be said and which shouldn't. Rover didn't press. Nanoe still held him from behind, her translucent body floating in the air, but her gaze was placed entirely on John.
John finally opened his mouth.
"The dead zone is where many Survivors begin. Here there are no stable resources, no real trade routes, no cities, no markets, no free territories. Most of what you all have comes from the system, rounds, side missions, supply crates, or stolen from other Survivors."
Rover's gaze shifted slightly hearing this.
Nanoe also slightly narrowed her eyes.
