Chapter 17
by 
IsabellaReyes
What's next?
Week 2 Day 2: Noah goes scavenging alone again
Noah stumbled into the abandoned café, the place surprisingly calm considering the chaos outside. The scent of stale coffee mixed with the dryness of the air. The coffee machines stood idle, the sound of a long-dead espresso machine now replaced by the silence of the world in ruins. Noah found himself rifling through the shelves, his fingers brushing against bags of ground coffee, some old cans of cooking oil, and loaves of bread that had gone stale but were still edible. He stuffed what he could into his pack, grateful for the small luxuries he could bring back.
A bag of sugar, a canister of salt—small things, but things that made life feel a little more like it used to. He was about to leave when the familiar sound of shuffling echoed in the distance. His heart rate spiked as he froze. He grabbed a few paper cups and napkins, silently praying the zombies wouldn’t come any closer. His instincts told him to stay low, to wait for them to pass. When the danger passed, he slipped out through the back door and made his way back to the safety of their home. Though he had gained a few little comforts, he couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out.
[Food +3]