Tempers flared as residents demanded the fuel that they know was non-existent. The previously daily routine of delivery trucks rolling into town had become an erratic affair, best described as disappointingly infrequent. Store shelves lacked the variety they’d once sported and demand for goods had grown among the apathetic population to the point where people had taken to just sitting down at the highway overpass waiting for a truck to roll in, watching for an indication of which store was going to get the delivery. The gas tanker-trucks were the most prized, gas station owners had been forced to tow cars left waiting at the pumps and barricading the entrance to the shop to prevent angry customers ramming the store.
Winter had made things even more of a challenge, with trucking companies less inclined to make the journey across the mountain passes just to deliver a load of gas. The profit margins were good, but it wasn’t worth the risk on a heavy snow day. There were times now, when the rumble of trucks on the highway was so unexpected, that people stopped what they were doing and peered across the valley to see what deliveries there might be today.
There were rumours that truckers up north had taken to traveling in convoys to protect themselves against highway bandits. Traveling alone with a truck full of goods was getting to be a dangerous proposition for even the toughest of the drivers.
The façade of normalcy was fading fast, how much longer could people deny that the problem was systemic?