24. Chocolate Milk

13/11/08

Life goes on, even when you're presumed dead.
You still have to eat.

After the hollering and the shouting and the walking and the throwing and after 24 hours of forgetting about being alive. We found ourselves thirsty and hungry.

And that was really nice. It brought us back round. And you know, when you've been left for dead and your village has been cut off from the world. There's certain things you can do, that no one's going to mind. And you might as well because everything else is rubbish. So go ahead and do it.

Walk to the Spar, walk right in and take what you want. Like in 28 days, but without the zombies.

And you know? The door wasn't locked. The shelves were full and the fridges were on.

We grabbed what we fancied and then rode the trolley back to the house, skidding and crashing and laughing; for cheese, sun-dried tomato & celery sandwiches (hooray for the preservatives in white sliced bread!), oven chips, chocolate milk, Heinz treacle pudding and Ambrosia custard. All rounded off with a mug of tea - whoever invented UHT is a genius.

Yes, Wednesday was a good day.
We'd sent our messages, help would come soon and in the meantime Farnsworth was ours, all ours!!!