Outside of JGoB, Thursday
Well, that had happened fast. Had it always been that fast, or was the process speeding up? Kathy couldn't remember. But this morning she'd gotten up and was greeted by the familiar fog and scent of mildew and rusting metal. Ahh, all the comforts of home. Cursing, she'd left her squat in Barry's old lab, hoping to find something to scrounge before all the food went, but, no, she'd been too late. She should have stocked up yesterday, when the Fandom was still bright and shiny again, but she'd allowed herself to get distracted and now she was left hungry again.
Peering through JGoB's filthy windows, Kathy tried to discern whether she could see anything worth scavenging in there--or worse, something lurking there that was also hoping to find a breakfast. Anything in the display cases was likely inedible, spoiled and moldy, with the stuff that was just stale having long-since been devoured, but maybe there were a few bags of flour still remaining somewhere? She'd picked weevils out before (and other times hadn't bothered) and had gotten decent at making a grilled flatbread with flour, water, and a pinch of her heavily-hoarded salt...
Nothing seemed to be moving inside the building, so Kathy decided it was worth taking a quick look around, just in case. Sometimes people stashed things in random spots and she felt no guilt at taking whatever it was she found. The door was hanging off its hinges, the wood swollen and rotted, and with a bit of shoving, she could have it open enough to slip inside.
Just another morning in post-apocalyptic Fandom.
[Open for regulars, AU'd folks, or even a hollow or two!]
Peering through JGoB's filthy windows, Kathy tried to discern whether she could see anything worth scavenging in there--or worse, something lurking there that was also hoping to find a breakfast. Anything in the display cases was likely inedible, spoiled and moldy, with the stuff that was just stale having long-since been devoured, but maybe there were a few bags of flour still remaining somewhere? She'd picked weevils out before (and other times hadn't bothered) and had gotten decent at making a grilled flatbread with flour, water, and a pinch of her heavily-hoarded salt...
Nothing seemed to be moving inside the building, so Kathy decided it was worth taking a quick look around, just in case. Sometimes people stashed things in random spots and she felt no guilt at taking whatever it was she found. The door was hanging off its hinges, the wood swollen and rotted, and with a bit of shoving, she could have it open enough to slip inside.
Just another morning in post-apocalyptic Fandom.
[Open for regulars, AU'd folks, or even a hollow or two!]