Nightshift 36: Pantry 1
[From here.]
The pantry door opened without effort.
Flashlight and spear firmly in hand, Ken stepped into the pantry with a distinguishing eye, though without bothering to scan the entire area. Honestly, he didn't think he would need to. When one had a specific purpose in mind, they would only waste precious minutes surveying the entire situation. Easier to keep toward relevant areas and get away with what he could. Not to mention, Ken was far too flustered over recent events for careful observations.
His mind flew back to the list. Jugs. Or Jars. Easy. Several containers with dried fruits stood near the shelf closest to the ceiling. He could empty and chuck three of them into his pillowcase. This he managed with several spare minutes and the ladder's assistance. The floor proved helpful as well, allowing Ken an area to dump the apples and peaches. So far, so good.
Next, the food items. Rice and yeast were sorely missing in the shelves, much to Ken's dismay, but the rest seemed readily available. Without hesitation, he grabbed four cans of corn (half for Alita, half for Adelheid) situated at his right. Several sugar bags also stood directly at his left, none--he found--easy to carry. In a moment of inspiration, the boy cut open one of the bags and carefully poured some of its contents into one of the obtained containers. He did the same with the juice he found further into the pantry, albeit in a clumsier fashion. By the time Ken had finished with both, he was sticky, an obnoxiously sweet aroma stinking up his lower half. At least he had two full containers.
There, all finished. For such a short list, the job had taken a good deal of fortitude. Ken was already out of breath, and his pillowcase felt as if it was filled with bricks, not a few containers and cans. This was as far as he could manage tonight; as much as he hated the idea, the funnel and the masher would have to wait for another.
Sighing, Ken clicked off his flashlight and shouldered his recently acquired pack. He wordlessly exited the pantry.
[To here.]
The pantry door opened without effort.
Flashlight and spear firmly in hand, Ken stepped into the pantry with a distinguishing eye, though without bothering to scan the entire area. Honestly, he didn't think he would need to. When one had a specific purpose in mind, they would only waste precious minutes surveying the entire situation. Easier to keep toward relevant areas and get away with what he could. Not to mention, Ken was far too flustered over recent events for careful observations.
His mind flew back to the list. Jugs. Or Jars. Easy. Several containers with dried fruits stood near the shelf closest to the ceiling. He could empty and chuck three of them into his pillowcase. This he managed with several spare minutes and the ladder's assistance. The floor proved helpful as well, allowing Ken an area to dump the apples and peaches. So far, so good.
Next, the food items. Rice and yeast were sorely missing in the shelves, much to Ken's dismay, but the rest seemed readily available. Without hesitation, he grabbed four cans of corn (half for Alita, half for Adelheid) situated at his right. Several sugar bags also stood directly at his left, none--he found--easy to carry. In a moment of inspiration, the boy cut open one of the bags and carefully poured some of its contents into one of the obtained containers. He did the same with the juice he found further into the pantry, albeit in a clumsier fashion. By the time Ken had finished with both, he was sticky, an obnoxiously sweet aroma stinking up his lower half. At least he had two full containers.
There, all finished. For such a short list, the job had taken a good deal of fortitude. Ken was already out of breath, and his pillowcase felt as if it was filled with bricks, not a few containers and cans. This was as far as he could manage tonight; as much as he hated the idea, the funnel and the masher would have to wait for another.
Sighing, Ken clicked off his flashlight and shouldered his recently acquired pack. He wordlessly exited the pantry.
[To here.]