This... sucks. That is dangerous. If others find out, they might kick me out. And if they do, I'll be stranded out here, without ability to sustain life in me. If they ask, I used this water for maintenance works on this jeep during the night.
See what is that flammable substance Xan claimed from the diner. If it's gasoline, drink some. Then get in the driver's seat and drive towards certain death in an indefinite while.
You open the container and sniff the contents. It smells sort of like diesel fuel, but a little less pungent. Kerosene maybe? You're not quite sure if it is edible to you.
"Right, no point in sticking around here wasting food and water. Let's go through the fog."
Obtain food out of my food sack and drink out of ... I dunno, whatever water we have.
Then forcefully indicate that we should go through the damn fog.
What did I see in there by the way? Just fogginess?
Share food around if requested.
Everyone else gets some food and water from xan's sack and the other containers of water in the back. This basically empties their supply of food, but there's still some water left.
John takes the wheel and guides the jeep slowly into the fog, driving forward at about the same speed as a brisk walk. He keeps his eyes glued to the few feet of road he can see and in a few minutes they emerge from the fog find themselves someplace entirely different.
It looks like a steppe of some sort; a rocky expanse of yellowish bristly grass and great standing boulders of wind smoothed black stone. To the north, straight ahead, is a great arc of light, something like a luminous rainbow stretching across the horizon. It's dull behind thick gray clouds, and there is a light drizzle coming down, tiny droplets of cold pale yellow liquid. Ahead, following the path of the hellway, is a range of high mountains, their summits lost in the clouds. There is no sound here, save for the whistling of gentle winds through the stones and fragile grass, and the only smell is that of dampness and wet earth.