Evelyn Ford took out her folding knife and sliced off a piece. She took a bite and nearly spit it out.
"Is this stuff really nutritious?" The flavor was peculiar—like spoiled leftovers, with an added scent of garlic and gasoline. It was hard to describe, but in any case, it was disgusting.
"I guess so. Before the apocalypse, I definitely couldn't have afforded this stuff." Ryan Rowe took a bite and immediately spit it out.
"You're definitely not used to it at first, but you'll get accustomed to it after a few days." Marcus Scott found a branch and started digging in the nearby ground.
"The mountains are full of black truffles. We can bring some back to the base—they count as a proper dish."
Flynn Hansen clapped Marcus Scott on the shoulder. "Eating too much of this stuff can give you a nosebleed. Marcus, let's not eat this. I'll hunt a wild boar for you later, and we'll have fresh pork tonight."
