Watching him wolf down the food, Stella Sterling didn't say much.
While he ate, she pulled out some snacks for herself. They paid each other no mind.
Only after he finished eating did Andrew Shaw look up at Stella Sterling, and he saw her sipping a drink.
Looking at it, he found it both strange and familiar.
It was now more than three years into the apocalypse. Who could still get their hands on something like this?
If you were going to hoard anything, you'd hoard food that could fill your stomach. Things like drinks were just old stock from before, and after more than three years, they would have all been drunk long ago.
Most of the food collected three years into the apocalypse had already gone damp.
Especially drinks like these, which would be completely undrinkable.
'Where did she get this?'
He had seen such things before, but he hadn't tasted one in a very long time.
