#semperadfinem

[livingcvrpses]

location : unused food court stall for : @semperadfinem

somehow, no one had thought to look in this kitchen, or maybe they did, and they didn't care. either way, matteo had found a couple of family sized cans of crushed tomatoes. he knew that he should immediately bring them to the cooks of the group, but he saw one regular sized can, and he figured he could keep that for himself as long as he brought out the others. using a pocket knife, he began to open the smaller can as soon as he heard someone else approaching. " fuck, don't hate me, i swear i was going to give up tomorrow's rations, " he explained, turning to the other. " we can both take credit for the bigger stuff. share this one with me, " he offered.

[lastsurviving]

LOCATION : MINUTEHEALTH. MIDDAY.

"       oh,   don't   give   me   that   face.   it's   not   like   this   is   the   first   time   you're   going   through   this,       "                       heath   says   as   he   ruffles   through   stained   papers   and   worn-out   folders   to   look   for   his   current   patient's   file.

a   patient   file.   you   would   think   that   in   times   like   these,   when   humanity's   extinction   hangs   by   a   frail   thread,   his   life   would   be   a   lot   different.   but   when   he's   not   out   there   fighting   for   his   life,   he's   just   sitting   here:   in   a   white   clinic,   shuffling   through   patient   records   just   like   old   times.   like   nothing   ever   happened.

after   a   minute,   he   finally   pulls   out   the   file   he   needs.   then   he   walks   back   to   the   examination   bed   with   a   practiced   smile.        "       i'll   be   quick,   i   promise.   now,   shirt   off,   please.       "

closed starter for @semperadfinem.