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You couldn’t complain in the apocalypse. 

That’s what this was, right? An apocalypse? Pandemics didn’t tend to include sick people trying to eat you, at least, not ones she had ever read about. One of her final customers called the sick people ‘zombies’. It was a quick word to describe them, she supposed. She didn’t like horror movies much, so she didn’t know.

She sighed, as she kept the appearance of having her faculties, as hard as that was. [color=385BB2]“It’s a pretty long hike to the safety zone. You’re not getting there on an empty stomach.”[/color]

Katie moved into the kitchen as the two men continued their conversation. While she felt weird that the two girls took the initiative to help with food, it wasn’t the strangest thing in the world. It was almost normal. Back when Kenny would offer a helping hand to her mother and the rest of the staff. She remembered it like it was yesterday, her father cooking in the back as she took orders while the bus boy cleaned the corner booth. But all of that was gone now. All of them had gotten sick, left town, or hurried off to the safe zone. Tommy Booker, a student a year under her who kept asking her out, said it was stupid. Anyone who went to safe zones in movies ended up dead. 

Was it really all that smart for them to do the same? The power was still up. She had plenty of food stocked up. She felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t old enough to make these kind of decisions.

[color=385BB2]“Are omelets okay? Probably the easiest thing I can make for everybody.”[/color]

Her grandfather's omelets brought food critics from out of town to Rushford. She knew the recipe as good as he did. It was one of the few things she had left from him.










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