Utterly Mad

William took the revolver and checked the cylinder which he was glad to find full. He slipped the .38 into a pocket on his Parka and took hold of his rifle again. "Yeah, let's try and keep the booze. Never know when we might want a drink or when we can trade with it." He looked out the window again and then back at Aaron and Lewis "For now though we should be fine living here. We got some food and water, booze, and hey do the stoves work Aaron?"