Final Stand
Stopping in front of the Food-Mart, you are suddenly struck by the macabre humor a leathery skeleton offers you. Leaning haphazardly against the crummy red brick exterior, this skeleton would have gone unnoticed as the others but for its upturned bone index finger that seems to be pointing towards "Sale: Canned foods 75 cents each". After months of walking past the skeletal remains of the less fortunate, it was lucky that you noticed it at all. You feel like slapping the boney ol' fellow on the back for what appears to possibly be a turn of good luck, if you wouldn't have been deterred by the deteriorated fatty-muck that has stuck the remains of a tattered "AC-DC" shirt against his skeletal frame.
With a little effort, you are able to shove the rusted door a open a crack, although you must first take off and toss your grayed leather back-pack inside. Looking around, it is the same scene that greeted thousands of eyes a day before the plague, smut mags in the rear, a few rows of food to the left and a small check-out counter to the right. You are willing to bet that you will be today's only customer.
Walking down the food isle, you can't believe your luck! Hiding behind a loaf of green molded bread, you find two cans of olives! The olive cans are sealed with pull-tap tops, and advertise on their exterior "Momma's Granite Valley Olives". Your sure they don't make um' like momma's anymore, since there doesn't appear to be any mommas around anymore. Quaking with hunger, you tear open the first can and upturn it over your mouth. In three sort gulps, you devour the olives contained within (except for a few renegade olives that slip down onto your shirt and the floor).
Beginning to tear open the second can, you stop short. You realize that you had better save the second can in the event you have the craving for your favorite treat again. As you drop the can into your backpack, you take a look around and notice some wooden stairs leading downward.
Will you:
With a little effort, you are able to shove the rusted door a open a crack, although you must first take off and toss your grayed leather back-pack inside. Looking around, it is the same scene that greeted thousands of eyes a day before the plague, smut mags in the rear, a few rows of food to the left and a small check-out counter to the right. You are willing to bet that you will be today's only customer.
Walking down the food isle, you can't believe your luck! Hiding behind a loaf of green molded bread, you find two cans of olives! The olive cans are sealed with pull-tap tops, and advertise on their exterior "Momma's Granite Valley Olives". Your sure they don't make um' like momma's anymore, since there doesn't appear to be any mommas around anymore. Quaking with hunger, you tear open the first can and upturn it over your mouth. In three sort gulps, you devour the olives contained within (except for a few renegade olives that slip down onto your shirt and the floor).
Beginning to tear open the second can, you stop short. You realize that you had better save the second can in the event you have the craving for your favorite treat again. As you drop the can into your backpack, you take a look around and notice some wooden stairs leading downward.
Will you: