Utterly Mad

[[THIS FUCKING HIATUS IS OVER!]]

Don't they know its the end of the world?



Seb

You hear some rustling in the backroom, followed by the crash and banging of metal tools. "Sh!t, fcuking dammit!" Suddenly out from the corner of the doorway in the back, a young face pops out, definitely not Skyler. "You're hear for a prescription? Could I get a name or something, Skyler hasn't really taught me much about this." The kid says approaching the counter dusting off mulch from his faded-orange apron. He looks no younger than fourteen, with freckles blending into his tanned skin, and curly red hair that stretches below his ears.

The Breakfast Club

Des and Drake, the only one of their group to need morning sustenance head off to the mess-tent to get some delicious, wholesome, and very American bacon&eggs even though their wolf friend Seb already brought them some food. Guess they aren't really "awake" in the morning.

Anyway...

They take their spot in line, behind some more 'hefty' fellows that look like they could cut some portions out of their daily intake. I mean sh1t, its an apocalypse and yet these guys are chubbier then that fuk that advertises tires. Must be radiomen. After some moments they head up to the serving table, the heat lamps warming all the breakfast delights like: bird-mutant eggs (is this even humane?), Molite bacon, and finally salient-green made toast with wheat germ for texture. Yes, the food benefits here are "great".

The food server's look at you impatiently, "Yo', hurry and pick something you're not the only pricks needing food."