The less attention they drew to themselves as they pillaged the dining hall, the better. The large metal doors creaked open; it wasn’t a loud sound, but to Brian, Red, and Bruce, it was deafening. Brian motioned for silence, and the group paused and listened. Nothing. They continued on into the hall itself. They walked carefully, shoes squeaking as they stepped into the sticky mess of the ice cream Slip ‘N Slide, soles peeling and sticking with each step. The floors were a mess of broken glass, and the room itself reeked of rotting food and garbage. It was almost unbearable for the trio. Brian, Red, and Bruce took their time walking to the back room where the food was stored due simply to the darkness enveloping the hall. Red flicked a Zippo lighter, giving them a little light to work with. “All right, guys, remember what Anna said. We’re looking for things that will keep for a long time without refrigeration.”
