“That’s the last can.”
He growled, “What, no more peas?”
“Harvey, the last can. We’re out of food.”
“Nonsense. There’s at least another two boxes back there.”
“They’re empty. Or, rather, they’re full of empty cans. There’s not much in the way of drinking water, either. The raincatcher must be blocked up…”
“I’ll check it.”
“And the food? You’re going to have to go out and—”
“I’m not going.” He said it with an eerie finality.
“Fine, I’ll go.”
“You won’t make it ten steps out that door.”
She stared at him, arms crossed.
“Fine. I’ll go in the morning.”
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