The Aftermath

Yuck they taste like medicine and chalk. They make my tongue all gritty i hate them those powedery old mummies give me a home cooked meal anyday. But Ill have to make do I suppose I could pretend they were rice cakes. I think I know where there might be a stash If I go left then right then left again I do believe theres an forgotten underground carpark the top bit was blown away in the diaster but you can still get in through a manhole I cleverly concealed as a pile of rubble.