Most of the things were scattered along the floor. The lighting hung by a cord from the center of the ceiling, and the florescent bulbs were in shattered remains on the ground. Some of the shelves were turned over, empty boxes of food littered the ground, but there were some bent cans with missing labels amidst the rubble. Moving over to the cans she picked them up, tried to tell what might be inside due to the labels gone, and said fuck it. If it was edible it didn’t matter what it was. She moved over to a rack that had once held packages of those little snack-sized bags of chips, and grabbed a few that were on the ground. They were nothing but crushed up crumbs now, but she was fine with that, too. A bottle of water was what she spotted next, along with some hard candy, cough drops, and even a few partially open Slim Jim sticks. She shoved all she could find in her pack, because these days, there wasn’t anything edible that she didn’t like. She didn’t have a choice, not if she wanted to survive.
