There’s not much left anyway, and they are not quite looting. The initial rush gone, they are just walking the aisles looking for the essentials. They congregate at the instant ramen aisle, quietly distributing the few dozen packs between them.

“So, how about that weather?” one of them says with a smile on his face. He was probably the clbum clown before. Laughter goes around, dark survivor humor. He remembers reading about it, comedy to face the end of humanity. He laughs too, trying not to think about things.