[+Buff-it-out]
It had been a decently long day for the brothers. They had made good distance across the Mojave without running into too much trouble, or at least Vic thought so. Ymir on the other hand would consider seeing a bird trouble. It annoyed the older brother to an extent, but that's why he needs to be with Ymir. He can't fight for shit.
The to had taken shelter from the scorching sun and undead in a run down repair garage not too far away from Vegas; or what remained of it. Vic sat his ax down on the floor next to him as he sat down in one of the chairs that weren't used to barricaded the doors, making sure to keep his pistol ready for any surprises. Meanwhile, Ymir was searching around the empty building for anything useful. Ammunition, food or water, medical supplies. Anything that could help them even the slightest bit.
Eventually he came across a few candy bars spilled onto the floor from a bowl. Without thinking about it he scooped them up and started heading back to his brother. Sure it wasn't much, but he was excited to get a little food even if it wasn't very nutritious. By now the two learned that they can't be picky with food anymore.
