I have an RV, one that can transform into a Transformer.
While everyone else struggles to survive the apocalypse, I lounge comfortably in my RV, sipping champagne and eating steak.
While people fight over a single apple, I have a platter of assorted fruit in my RV.
A bag of flour or a sack of rice can be traded for firearms only available on the black market.
In this age, money is so hard you wouldn't even want to wipe with it. Only food and guns are real currency.
This is the legend of an RV cruising through the apocalypse.
"What? You want to come aboard? If you've got a special skill, or... you're a beautiful woman, I'd be more than happy to take you in."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
