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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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[left_4_undead]

"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!"

[left_4_undead]

"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!"