Lee had to start doubting his decision by the end of the week. He must have been getting horrible stares from the other survivors for the rest of his short life.
"Hey. Yeah, you, the asshole that's been eyeballing me all day. Why don't you go down to the river and drink up a bunch of water and think about how nice that it's not rationed to a thimble a day. If you're still pining for the paradise of the Fleet after that, come back here and we'll make you a nice cozy two-by-six box to stay in with all the comfort you grew accustomed to on the way here."