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[left_4_undead]

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

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"Is half of everything allowed? I can have seconds, that way!"

Zoey was half-way to almost leaping over the counter, because actual prepared, cooked food from a kitchen? Before the outbreak, it wouldn't have counted for much. These days, however, it was tantamount to luxury. She had begun to get in that zone of considering how everything really had gone to hell.

But at least still had hope the future wasn't completely lost.

"Oh, God... Can I smell lasagne? Please tell me you have lasagne! I thought it died!"

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"Well, the downfall of civilisation sort of... Killed it. On the other hand? Free copy paper. Good luck finding a zombie-free office block, though."

Oh, how little she knew... Might've decked him, if having the slightest idea about Adam's plans for an apocalyptic virus.

Yeah, Zoey hated those...

"Hey, consider me rationed!" She lit up, holding out plate. Smiiiiile! "As rationed-up as possible!"

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Zoey didn't even wait to be filled up. she was already taking things from it and stuffing her mouth.

"Zhombiesh!" She muffled, ravenously devouring almost whatever was laid out. There were only so many old tins of sardines, spam and such, which your diet could handle - and even those had needed to be rationed. "Chwo dayzh in an' - mmmph, excuse me!" She smiled, swallowing to clear throat. "Called it the Green Flu. About two days in and we were getting over-run. Zombies. Infected. Call 'em whatever."

Zoey had a moment and, wiping mouth, paused in memory.

"My mom-"

Cutting herself off, there was discomfort in Zoey's voice and she returned attention to the menu options.

"If anyone ever complains about what you guys have here, they've never lived through an apocalypse. For real."

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"Yeah, so I'm told... I mean, at least there wasn't any fallout or anything. I'm pretty sure we didn't go through anywhere they dropped the bomb. Imagine if someone came here after something like that. Must really messes with your head whenever someone new comes along, am I right?"

And, hey, human contact was rare, too. At least, of the variety able to communicate by using words. Zoey wondered if it might now qualify as a novelty.

But he did spark a thought.

"Who'd you say's got the weirdest background around here?"

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"Well, I mean, I'm guessing it got used... That's what always happens in the movies. God knows how it started. Bad catering on 'Jerry Springer', maybe. Who knows?"

Super-what? A quirk of eyebrows immediately met that suggestion. The Admiral really needed to start putting people through an introductory course before they arrived.

"Like... ET-in-a-basket aliens? Or the kind of want to shoot their mouth through your skull?"

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"You've got Spock, too?!"