After it All

7

Your stomach growls again, a lot louder this time. Looking at the few cans of food you have in your bag you decide that just a few more couldn't hurt. You crack open a can and wolf the whole damn thing down. Satisfied at the moment you push forward and look for just a little more. 

Hours pass and the sun starts to set, sadly you find very few food sources. Only a few seasoning containers and cracked, molding, decaying cans of what looked like to be fish. You can't rely on canned food anymore, you have to get off your lazy ass and hunt. But that calls for leaving the city, the only animals you're ever going to catch here are rats, small birds and occasional cats and dogs. People would work as well.. but you aren't that desperate for food, and to you dying of starvation is worse than being assassinated by another group. 

You guess its because of the slow agonizing death your mother went through. You adjust your gas mask and take a deep breath and continue to walk on, looking for anything that'll aid in your survival. 

The sun is now just below the lowest building, and its getting dark fast. you should go on home. 

*skip to chapter 6 to go home*