John followed Florence into the store. He had smirked wryly at her mention of missing music, “Yeah I know what you mean,” he said hoarsely,”I do miss the sound of Toby Keith and Dolly Parton.” He lay his rifle on the counter and followed Florence in the pursuit of useful goods or items. John had always taught her that food and drink items were the first essentials to look for. After that were things like ammunition, better weapons, basic tools, and salvageable clothes. While “useful” could amount to near anything, John more or less had taught Florence the idea of things to be taken on site. His eyes skirted across the empty counter and bare food racks, and disappointedly across the many empty shelves. The entire building was in bad condition. The wall was crumbled and cracked, the light fixtures and electrical wiring were hanging raggedly from the ceiling which was split by deep cracks. “Hey Flo,” he said loudly as he eyed the decaying walls and ceiling,”be careful. This whole building looks mighty’ unstable. The cieling or walls could come down easily.” As his eyes scanned the store, it was then that he saw the numerous cans pushed towards the back of a single metal shelf near the back of the store. John briskly approached the rusty shelf and squatted down slowly, pushing his hat back on his head. He saw three cans sitting snuggly together against the back of the very bottom shelf, easy to miss by someone in a rush. John reached in and pulled them all forward toward him, his large hand and fingers cupped against them. Two sealed cans of pork and beans and a large can of bacon. If nothing else, John knew that the canned bacon would at least be fine to eat, as it would be cured with salt. [i]I have missed bacon.[/i] John thought with child-like glee as he stood and slipped the three cans into his bag. He browsed several shelves over and found a sealed package of dried orange slices, which he collected, and after that a lone can of string beans. “Found anything, Flo?” John asked as he rounded a set of shelves.