She approached the first place warily, and she took her time sneaking about the place. The infected might not be zombies and their bites might not be contagious, but man she didn't want to call anyone on her head just for being careless. Thankfully her small stature meant Fantasia could get in and out in a few minutes, regardless of the state of the house.
Her first find: a dented tin can of sardines. Blech...She tossed it in the bag regardless and tried the fridge. Sometimes it was dark enough...ah...no, nothing. She shut it quietly and moved on.
Someone left a tiny water bottle on the ground, which told her either the previous looter was a joke, or she was the first on the scene in a long while. Fantasia stuck back to look around one more time. If there was nothing in the kitchen, a bedroom might have a private stash of smacks...
Bingo.
Smiling on the inside, she tossed a can of beefaroni into the bag and hustled out, stomach growling. She wouldn't be able to keep any of this, but at least it meant she might get a hot meal later if she was lucky.
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You find a dented tin of sardines submerged in a shallow puddle. Mmm.
You find a very small bottle of water, probably one of those ones they give people on planes.
You find a can of Beefaroni. (+1 umbrella)
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