One day, while picking through the smoldering remains of soc..
Added 2023-05-24 14:30:09 +0000 UTCOne day, while picking through the smoldering remains of society -- months since you've seen another breathing person -- you catch the faint scent of cooking food on the arid breeze. You follow the smell to some rubble that was clearly once a hospital and notice a small crawlway into a relatively intact wing. Lowering yourself to sore and aching knees, you crawl through the hole and find yourself in an open hallway. The brief hesitance you feel is far outweighed by the burning in your empty stomach -- enticed by the now-thick smell of food. You start forward, but that's when she steps out into your path, one hand resting on the butt of a revolver and a cold, calculating assessment in her eyes. What do you do?
