Dice looked around and stick one half of the hedge trimmers through his belt freeing up his hand to try and create any more kinetic pulses if needed."bust the light, understood." he said prodding one of the bits of rotting food with his blade. "I get the horrific feeling that we may be encountering a walking chicken carcass trying to kill us." he suggested and then looked about. "Hay, I don't see any pre-con food, like no pre-packaged stuff, its all fresh (if rotting) produce, like there's bread buns, lettuce, and all the stuff to make a burger, but no ketchup or brown sauce, also no jam." he observed. 

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Erebus floated up the fridge reaching the top and finding a lose bread bun, setting his shoulder to it he hefted as hard as he could, it shifted about a foot or two towards the edge. he grinned and hefted again. within a few more shoves it'd be in mid air, and heading down of to the side of the group by a few meters.