“There’s the shipment.”

Lilaena took the dusty binoculars from Arya, her second in command, and peered through them at the distant road.

”Right on time.” Handing back the binoculars, Lilaena pulled her goggles down over her eyes and straddled her motorcycle.

“Let’s go get that jerky.”

She made a circle with her arm and pointed at the convoy. Around her twenty motorcycles and dirt bikes roared to life, and the resistance group raced out to the road.

The Meat Baron had had a stranglehold on the jerky production ever since the vegan apocalypse. But man could not live on soybeans alone.

Lilaena narrowed her eyes and put a hand down for her rifle as they closed the distance.