"I guess we're in for a lot of canned food," Blake sighs. They'd just had to scavenge from that farmhouse, and the experience hadn't exactly been fun. Blake hadn't been able to stop thinking about those dead bodies in the beds. How some of the cans had looked new, like they'd just been brought days ago, like the owners of the houses had been anticipating a meal they never realized they'd never have.
She really hopes they won't have to scavenge from dead people again.
"Or we could hunt," she adds thoughtfully, "if there's any herbivores around here, or wherever we stop next. We could fish, too, if there's any water."
That, at least, she has some experience in. But with all of those monsters around, she has no idea if there's any animals left in the area. She picks up a box of porridge to examine it; it doesn't exactly look thrilling.
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She really hopes they won't have to scavenge from dead people again.
"Or we could hunt," she adds thoughtfully, "if there's any herbivores around here, or wherever we stop next. We could fish, too, if there's any water."
That, at least, she has some experience in. But with all of those monsters around, she has no idea if there's any animals left in the area. She picks up a box of porridge to examine it; it doesn't exactly look thrilling.