closed starter for @proviia
Canned food. He was never all too fond of the stuff in the past. Home-cooked meals were always the better option over all else, though at this point it barely mattered where the food came from. Only if it was edible.
And may God damn him a liar if those Chef Boyardi cans didn’t make him the happiest man on the planet.
There were a few more on the shelf, too. With how rotten his luck had been these past chunk of months, he felt like the luckiest man alive. Though, at this rate, he probably was. He was beginning to wonder if he was the last person truly alive.
The massive, masked man didn’t hesitate to hunch forward and reach as far back into the shelf as he could to collect whatever would fit in his duffle bag. Food was scarce and he was not blessed with a small appetite. He would need all he could get.
