A piece of Intel that details a conversation between two survivors over a box of bees.
MAN: How does it look?
WOMAN: It's a big box full of bees, how the hell should I know? Oh jeezus there's bees on me!
MAN: Good, good, they're still active, honeybees work all winter if they have food. Do they look well?
WOMAN: They look like bees! The city is going to hell, Dad. Why am I doing this?
MAN: I'd do it myself but they've shut down the buses. Look, honey, the winder won't last forever and we have to be ready for spring. You look after the hive, and soon we'll have honey again. It'll be fun.