"Can't imagine we ain't runnin' on fumes. Haven't met a soul here that knows the place, which means there ain't a maintenance crew. The filters must be on their last gasp. Only comfort I can take is that if this place was empty, maybe there wasn't a hell of a lot to filter out, so they might last longer than they would otherwise. But this place sure ain't empty now."

He let out a breath through his nose and held up a hand in a kind of 'halt' position. "Just - don't miss the war. Miss the rest." But he frowned, as Amos continued, brow furrowing hard.

He hadn't actually thought of that yet.

"What, you think there's some way they got a hold of us, but not the others? How would that even be possible?" And then, paling a little: "They'd be dead in the water - none of them can fly that thing, let alone through a war zone. Shit, Amos, we need t' find them."