((Inspired by Cooking Companions~))

It's been weeks since you came here. Every scrap of food amidst the flood gone, all trapped in this cabin with your dear friends, all desperately hungry. Evelyn's lost all hope, she's on the verge of going insane in the corner with a crooked smile. Mia's keeping up fake optimism on the couch, but she knows of her shortcomings. Whilst Glen, she looks ravenous for food, licking a splintery bowl after it's dried out days ago. Whilst nobody wanted to talk about Zoe, she "left the cabin" last night "in search of help".

Whilst you were in the kitchen, preparing a meal. You had to keep everyone alive, right? This was your last option. You hide the reserves of Zoe's corpse for later use in a secret compartment as you continued to char the meat in the oven, the smell of burnt hair enveloping your entire being alongside guilt.