Whatever is behind there can wait

They've waited up till now, they can wait a few minutes more. You head on over to the mini fridge and open it. Huh. You were expecting to find something gross inside, like a writhing, living mold, or like, someones severed head, but nope, it's just a few cans of soda and a tupperware box, with something wrapped in tinfoil inside. You open the box and unwrap it... Oh! A sandwitch! And really fresh too! It's a little suspicious, but... well, you peek inside, and it looks to be a salt beef with gravy, on a thin slice of tomato and cubed cucumber, topped with mustards seeds, a dollop of mayo, and a smidge of Hp sauce, all on soft like heaven granary bread. Whoever made this is a true artist. Drool drips from the corner of your mouth at the sight of such a masterpiece, and you can't hold yourself back from taking a bite. Mmmm. It's like your tongue just orgasmed, you haven't had anything as delicious since, well, never, but especially since the start of this whole apocalypse business. The saltiness of the beef, mixed with the slight sourness of the tomato and the mellowness of the cucumber, the piquant spice of the mustard, the never-changing taste of mayo, the sugary sweetness of the HP sauce, and the slightly gummy but yet still firm slices of bread... gosh, it's almost impossible to describe how good it tastes. You crack open a can of soda. 'Psh!' as it overflows a little, dribbling, a sticky streak down you hand which you lap up with your tongue. You sip, then take another bite that's just as good as the first. You show no restraint, and soon it's gone, all gobbled up much to your dismay.

You sit there, finishing off your soda, your hands shaking a little, no doubt from what a delicious experiance you just had, when the thumping from behind the door begins again. This time you think you heard a muffled voice as well, a femenine one, one that seems strangely familiar to you...