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WHO: Zoey/open.
WHERE: Mess hall.
WHAT: Zoey, having gone through about two or three weeks of post-apocalyptic survivalist existence, discovers there's free food available!
WARNINGS: Food assault!
"OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod..."
Still partially rationed or not, actual food had started to become something of an increasingly rare commodity. Granted, there were plenty of stocks on the boat she had been sailing with the guys on, hoping to reach the Florida Keys, but tinned reserves were a whole lot different to what was on offer here.
And with hands in an almost wringing fidget, the teenage brunette approached the counter like a nervous hunger victim possessed. Being on the run from countless creatures transfixed on the idea of tearing you limb from limb, meant taking in a lot of energy.
And holy God, was that peanut butter? Maybe? No? Zoey wasn't even sure she cared.
"One of everything, please!"
WHERE: Mess hall.
WHAT: Zoey, having gone through about two or three weeks of post-apocalyptic survivalist existence, discovers there's free food available!
WARNINGS: Food assault!
"OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod..."
Still partially rationed or not, actual food had started to become something of an increasingly rare commodity. Granted, there were plenty of stocks on the boat she had been sailing with the guys on, hoping to reach the Florida Keys, but tinned reserves were a whole lot different to what was on offer here.
And with hands in an almost wringing fidget, the teenage brunette approached the counter like a nervous hunger victim possessed. Being on the run from countless creatures transfixed on the idea of tearing you limb from limb, meant taking in a lot of energy.
And holy God, was that peanut butter? Maybe? No? Zoey wasn't even sure she cared.
"One of everything, please!"