The wreckage around Jack was a graveyard of vehicles, most already stripped by desperate survivors. Jack moved with a quiet efficiency, ignoring the random piles of debris others were fighting over. The Hunter's Edge guided him.
A faint, metallic scent—something the system translated as a subtle "resource ping"—pulled him toward a pile of collapsed scaffolding. While two survivors argued over a rusted tool crate nearby, Jack ignored them. He crouched, his hands brushing against the rusted scaffolding. The system confirmed the location.
Beneath the debris, lodged tightly in a concrete cavity, was a 5-gallon jerry can—unopened, sealed, and filled with clean gasoline.
[Resource Acquired: 5 Gallons of Fuel. +10 XP.]
Jack secured the fuel. The system felt like a confirmation of his instincts. This wasn't luck; this was the Hunter's Edge. The game had provided the rules, and his nature had provided the cunning. He moved deeper into the ruins, seeking a working vehicle, knowing that in this world, fuel was the only currency, and the Highway Nexus was always watching.