Ever since Jack and Eugene joked about it on the bloody radio, people have been gossiping about Runner Five and her sports bra obsession.
Some think she's barmy, but this is the post-apocalypse world. As the Cheshire Cat said, "We're all mad here." Besides, runners get more leeway than other residents. If she runs her missions and doesn't hoard critical supplies, she can collect whatever she damn well pleases.
She perches on the lumpy mattress, inspecting her latest haul. Her fingers fly: twisting... knotting... nearly there... yes!
Her roommate enters, gawking at her masterwork. "What is that?"
She grins. "Hammock."