"How do you think of your accommodations?" Elizabeth asked as Donald made his way back down the stairs."It's adequate," he said, keeping his expression blank."That's good. Are you ready to discuss the details?" she asked.Before he could answer, his stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten all day. After confirming that the zombies weren't going to leave when he was still with Nicole, they had only eaten a little to keep up their strength. Now his body was reminding him that the little snack he had eaten wasn't enough and that he needed to eat an actual meal.Forcing himself to not cringe from embarrassment, Donald said, "I think I'll eat something first before we talk about dealing with the zombies.""I understand. We have plenty of food stored, so you can take your pick," she said as she indicated towards the kitchen.His eyebrows nearly shot up at her bold declaration. If that was the case, how did they get their hands on so much food? Their group was supposed to be s
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