Ella pulled out every drawer and opened every cupboard, the sound of the wooden drawers crashing onto the floor echoing in the rather small apartment on the second floor. She had found some cans, but it wasn't much, yet it was at least the fifth apartment she had looked through. She wasn't completely out of food, but she definitely needed to fill up her storage before leaving Cleveland, whenever she was going to do that.

Ella kicked aside a chair that was lying on the floor and dropped her backpack onto the table before picking up a can of pineapples. She had never liked pineapples, but since this goddamn apocalypse started she had gotten used to eaten whatever she could get her hands on.
She picked up a fork in the chaotic mess, which she was responsible for, on the floor and walked over to one of the windows facing the street outside. Ella sat down on the window sill, smiling slightly as a fresh breeze blew through the open window.

One of the things the virus, and the hell that followed, had taught Ella, was to not take anything for granted, to enjoy every possible moment. Like this one; sitting in a window in Cleveland, where she hadn't seen a zombie since she came yesterday.