The shit in the best sense of the word. Everyone loved the giant, brightly lit land of plenty. If they didn’t, they were either lying or stupid. Banjo was an avid fan of the place and was even a card-carrying executive member. There was no better place to be during an apocalypse than Costco. So it made sense that there would already be people there. No matter, Banjo had expected it. He had already stopped the bus and dipped his wick, then discussed what the plan would be for dealing with any occupants of their new home. Jeeter and Fats were already sated and nodding off, so he had to rouse them. Some of the girls were starting to come down and were a bit jittery and moaning lightly. Banjo had what they needed. In fact, Jeeter had two saddlebags stuffed with enough drugs to send him away for ten life stints, had it been a few weeks earlier. Banjo had personally stuffed the bags himself after killing the dealer. Once the shit had started going down, he knew it was every man for himself and got a head start on the looting.
