Tastes Like Chicken

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I turned and sliced through the D-Man. He was a single D-Man. Generally they were in groups. I know that if I don't get home I'm gonna get killed of starvation. I can't remember the last time I ate. Well there is a camp of D-Men. I can see the smoke rising from their camp. They have the food. When Austerwestenite hit Earth people expected that the infected would have no brains and want to eat us. Well, that was a naïve thought. They are exactly like us just way more terratorial and they are rotting of course. It takes about 2 months for a full D-Man to rot and die. I don't have that time the girl I love is starving and too weak to fight. The children look up to me for guidance. We are thinking of raiding this D-Men camp it's a group of 30. We can handle them unless in their past lives they did some sort of physical training.

No. We can't do this it's way too risky. I could lose a man and that's not going to help feed us. We'll have to wait we have got a low supply of tinned food and cabbage. I see a chickweed in the cracked pavement. I pick it up and pop it into my mouth. Tastes like chicken. I always think of that when I eat this bitter grassy tasting plant. We pass the factory on 4th and head across the park. It looks like a sewage mangrove. I try not to gag or retch. We pass across and walk into the mall. It's a really compact one but it has all we need. I walk in and see the glimmer of hope in the guard's eyes as I walk to the counter. "We found one bag of rice." I say as I rake my blonde hair. I can some grainy scent it's the pasta. Why is it always pasta? It's just enough to feed 11 people. 6 hunters, 2 Chefs/ nurses, 3 guards. The only tools we could make were spears and clubs. So I guess we are all gonna die.

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