Aaron Lott

After the end

Lying prone on the floor of an old gas station convenience store, you look around at what remains of it. The counters that once would have been stocked with an overabundance of snacks and other junk are now bare. But the two full-sized, immaculate candy bars you now have in your backpack haven’t even expired. It was funny how quickly you went from trying to avoid snacks, to cherishing them. If Stinky and Co. don’t take everything from you, those will be amazing. Your empty stomach growled its appreciation.