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Post by BUBBA on Aug 19, 2016 4:44:17 GMT
Steam gushed up from the boiling silver pots and pans that littered the large stove. Wallace hummed ‘Death of a Bachelor’ by Panic! At the Disco as he set lids onto the tops of the stove wear. He did not know why that particular song but it seemed to, well...fit. Once the steam stop flowing, he went back to his task of chopping the wild root vegetables on a white plastic cutting board with his beloved chopping knife. The knife has served him well. It had been his savior more than a few times as it was quite useful for killing Walkers as well as cooking. Bubba kept the knife sharp and shiny as it was most definitely his most prized possession next to the edible plants book he had picked up in an abandoned second-hand bookstore. The previous owner had written helpful little notes in the margins in a blue ink. Those notes have certainly saved his arse multiple times. He had almost poisoned the entire compound once but luckily he had checked back with the book. Some could say that Wally was lucky, especially since he was infact living in the apocalypse while many have succumbed to the afterlife. Wally pushed back a few brown curls behind his ear. The bun he had thrown his messy curls into earlier was becoming undone, leaving chunks of hair sticking out of the back of his head. He leaned forward so that he could see the old cookbook that he was copying a recipe from. He had made stew before, squirrel being the most common but never this particular type. This recipe called for apple cider and beef, both of which the compound had. His brow furrowed in concentration as he poured the perfect amount of the amber liquid. He was doubling the recipe also and math was not his strong suit. Once he was satisfied with the amount, Bubba dumped it into the large silver pot. He worried that the pot would not be large enough, so he heated up an ugly brownish-green one also. As he waited for both pots to reach the correct temperature, the Mickey Mouse timer dinged, notifying him that his loaves of bread were done. He pulled out a pair of matching Mickey Mouse oven mitts and opened the stainless oven door. He was thankful for finding such an amazing kitchen particularly in the hard times like now.
NOTES: Bubba is #blessed XD Sorry, I am horrid at starting threads | 418 words
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Post by DICK on Aug 25, 2016 20:28:26 GMT
Le Dick This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? WORDS six two six NOTES you have to deal with it now! I'll change the picture later. | For some reason Dick had woken up with a powerful hankering for a grilled cheese sandwich. It wasn't often that Dick felt the need to eat something in particular, but today he wanted some tasty, grilled bread and melted cheese. His stomach was grumbling something fierce as he rolled out of bed and landed in a lump of mess on the floor of his tiny room. He didn't have much in terms of belongings, just a few pictures that he carried around with him and some clothes that were probably ready to be set on fire and purged from this world. He rarely did any washing of his own, generally he waited until some one else in his tunnel block started washing and would sneak his own clothes in with theirs. By the time they noticed the clothes were already clean and all Dick had to deal with was some grumblings.
All in all it worked out great for him. He could ignore people's bitching quite easily, he had a spectacular super power that gave him the ability to literally walk away from people when they spoke. It worked out well for him in most situations. Some conversations, however, he was forced to listen to. Especially ones that involved the safety and integrity of the Disneyland Compound. But he was far too busy to think about that at the moment. He was hungry, he wanted food, and he had to figure out how to untangle himself from the mess of clothes currently trying to strangle him.
A few choice words and some grunts later and Dick was able to roll out the door of his room and slam it behind him. The pains of hunger were starting to make him grumpy, and he was starting to get to the point of grunting at everyone and everything without much provocation. Then again he grunted regardless of his current mood or feelings. Happy? Grunt. Sad? Grunt. Annoyed and ready to kill a horde of zombies? Grunt. He wasn't a very complex man, the most he ever did was grunt, order people around and shoot things. Life was simple.
Dick stepped out into the brisk morning air and breathed in deeply, only to then cough violently as he swallowed down the wrong tube. The morning was still fairly early, the generators were still being powered and that meant he had a few minutes to hunt down a find a restaurant in the park that worked and had the food he was looking for. Bread, butter, cheese. All of which was hard to come by, as bread wasn't easily accessible and cheese was non-existent at the moment. They needed to start getting some farm land going to something. His already grumpy mood turned even more sour as he wandered towards the Plaza Inn and the delicious smells he could smell. He may not be able to have a grilled cheese, but he could at least have something... Anything for his grumbling tummy.
Dick marched in from the street and bypassed the people already lined up in the buffet line. There wasn't much food to give people, but they had enough to feed them and some for left overs. Couldn't be too picky when you had zombies knocking at your door every other day. Soon they'd have to get some crops going. I keep saying that. Dick's annoyance only grew as he stomped his way into the kitchen and slammed his fists on the counter top.
There weren't many people in there at this time of the morning, and the only one he could see was Bubba... Or something, Dick forget what his real name was, and didn't care much as he was hungry and needed to eat.
"Give me food."
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