The Bunker was getting pretty full of people. It had already had a good amount before this most recent influx of allies. Now it felt more like a powder keg. So Willow went where she always did when that happened: she went to the library. 

It’s funny how that was still her away from it all, pull herself together space. Time may pass but some things just don’t change.

Willow was at one of sturdy, burnished tables with a few books and a notebook open. “I wonder if I could ask about putting a coffee maker in here,” she muttered to herself, stifling a nod as she did.

“They aren’t big on humans,” she said with a shrug, wondering if the angels were just as big of dicks in this universe. That was a bit of a weird thing to bring up, though, especially if this woman didn’t believe in angels, or, worse, did believe. Having to tell a Christian ‘by the way, God is real and he’s a fuckface’ was never exactly fun.

“And we mostly just stock-piled what we could find, and we have a guy who knows how to convert diesel engines into biofuel engines, so that helped,” she explained. “Mostly it was lots of stockpiling what we could find.”

Jo smiled, following Willow out of the store. “Oh, yeah, we had cars. A bit few and far between, but they were still around if you could get them to run,” she said easily, not at all bothered by the questions.

“Horses were around, too. But they were a bit hard to keep around. They need a lot of space to roam and feed and… we needed to keep our footprint small while hiding from the angels, so it mostly was cars or walking.”