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If being chased by <span class="mu-r">SKELETONS</span> for a whole week or so has taught you anything, it’s that you’re gonna need a lot of one thing and one thing only:
<span class="mu-s">AMMO</span>.
… but this situation doesn’t really require any of that, so you move onto the next one thing and one thing only:
<span class="mu-s">FOOD.</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Yea…</span>” Nats agrees with pity in her voice as you give the Mitzi Burrito a gentle pat, “<span class="mu-r">She probably won’t wanna go out shopping for a while. Might be a good idea to see what food she has lying around, huh?</span>”
You were talking about how hungry <span class="mu-i">you</span> were getting, but she’s right–nothing’s worse than having to leave the house when you’re down! Trotting over to what you assume to be <span class="mu-g">THE KITCHEN</span>, your <span class="mu-b">FEMININE INTUITION</span> strikes gold once again as you find yourself in…
… Well, to be honest, it’s not <span class="mu-i">dazzling</span>.
Sure, it’s got a really cute <span class="mu-g">BREAKFAST NOOK</span> with an old, cracked circular booth lined with a bunch of worn cushions that looks out into the unkempt backyard, but the rest of the kitchen is pretty sparse, to put it lightly!
An old, splotchy <span class="mu-g">DISHWASHER</span> is squeezed next to an old <span class="mu-g">GAS STOVE</span> plastered in ancient grease droplets, and the cabinets that aren’t missing knobs sit slightly ajar stuffed with dusty old glassware!
There’s an old <span class="mu-g">FRIDGE,</span> of course–one of those blocky, nondescript types that have been around since the early 80’s and will probably be around until the end of time. Its puke-yellow surface is cluttered with magnets from every state along with a few from <span class="mu-g">NORTH</span> <span class="mu-i">AND</span> <span class="mu-g">SOUTH</span> of the border! ‘<span class="mu-g">WORLD’S LARGEST BALL OF TWINE,’ ‘SANDWORM GULCH’, ‘ELVIS’ ESCAPE POD’...</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Looks like Mitz’ dad liked road trips, huh?</span>”
She can say that again! Popping the relic open, you’re mildly relieved to find no smells or creepy-crawlies awaiting you… but aside from a half-finished liter bottle of <span class="mu-g">GREAT GRAPE, HALF A CARTON OF EGGS, A PITCHER OF WATER, AND A FEW STICKS OF BUTTER,</span> the fridge is startlingly barren! Damn, you remark in genuine disbelief, she lives like this!?
“<span class="mu-r">Maybe LOOTERS got to it and she hasn’t replenished yet?</span>”
Hmm, you frown, who can say? Popping open the freezer, the cool air rushing past your face does little to heighten the mood. <span class="mu-i">Nothing</span>, you report with disdain, not even <span class="mu-i">popsicles</span>...
>CONTD.
