Sharps and Gum had just finished cutting up some of the... food. Due to there being absolutely nothing to eat down here, Gum suggested recovering the group of cannibals Razor took down and... eating them yourselves.

It was the best option- though it was disgusting. It was all bloody and gorey, settled on the ground and rested on some paper they found.

The five of you huddled around the so-called food. Fuzzball leaned over it, squinting slightly. "So do you just... you know..." She muttered hesitantly.

"You put it in your mouth and chew it." Sharps said bluntly, picking up a piece and glancing at the other three. She watched everyone else follow her lead.

It was awkward silence as they tried the meat. Razor tore at it aggressively, probably used to eating such things- living in that pack and all. Fuzzball looked... questionable. She had taken an awfully big handful. Gum and Sharps just looked at each other.

Not that appetizing...

Razor and Fuzzball continued eating at the remaining food. The topic of the apocalypse was finally brought up. Sharps knew nothing, and Fuzzball only knew a little. Considering they were all awake, it was a good time to discuss.

"Trll hrr abrt thi awbjrcts!" Razor called over, interrupting Gum as she glared at Razor.

"Don't talk with your mouth full..." She ordered.

Sharps looked concerned, moving her gaze from Razor back to Gum. "What did she say...?"

"Razor's taking about the- uh... illness that's been going around." Gum translated, only to be interrupted again- now by Fuzzball.

"In the greem strff, right?" She mumbled through food.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full either." Gum rubbed a hand over her face, exhausted and slightly annoyed.