The Manager, seeing the large purchase moved with quick efficiency to the warehouse with the List Sera gave him. Sera ordered for staple food specifically, food that won't spoil through the period of the apocalypse. She assessed every details, specifically stating he needed supplies with long expiry dates.Poor food weakens the immune system.50 Bags of Rice, 15 bags of Dry lentils, 30Bags of Dry pasta, Rolled oats, cornmeal, white flour, sugar, Salt, Canned sardines, frozen Chicken, Dried chickpeas, Shelf-stable protein meals, canned tomatoes, dehydrated vegetables, canned peas, canned carrot, Raisins, Dried appleRaw food will keep them going for a long time, and one of Sera's hobby is cooking. She always stays with her mother in the kitchen before cancer took her life ten years ago.The Manager moved to another section where the cooking essentials were warehoused. His eyes shifted between the list and the workers hauling the supplies as he called them out.Ten Gallons Vegetable

"Enough, the two of you!!" Patriarch Morreti's voice cut through the room with authority. The hall fell into silence but the tension from the earlier confrontation still lingered in the air. The man stepped forward, his silver cane clicking against the Marble sharply. He stood at their middle, facing Nathaniel and backing Bianca."Is it true what Bianca said?" He demanded. "Grandpa are you trus..""Answer me!" He snapped, jabbing the cane to the marble. "Did you staked the family business on gamble?" Nathaniel's breathing slowed. His anger expression dropped to pale."Grandpa i was only trying to make some profit for..." He didn't finish. Pa. Morreti didn't allow him to, his hand cut through the air and slammed to Nathaniel's face. The gritty texture of his fingers imprinted red marks on Nathaniel's face, he stumbled backward two steps, clutched his cheek with one hand and stared at the old man in disbelief and rising anger.Pa. Morreti jabbed his cane at him, his face twisted