The amber sun beats down unmercilessly through a chemical haze of polution and flies.
You come across an out-of-town supermarket. The doors have been wedged open
with shopping trolleys. It's very dark inside. The smell of decaying food is so bad it's good.
You clamber slowly and painfully over the debris at the door (not many of
your body parts fall off) and you slowly and timidly feel your way inside.
You are too hungry and tired to take things out into the light and your
sense of smell is shot to hell. You're just going to have to take a chance...
a Danish Pastry ?
a Chocolate Bar ?
a jar of instant coffee granules ?
a Pork Sausage ?