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           Thefirewasdead,butitwaswarminthebunker,sunlightslantingthroughthedoorwaytothrowacrookedrectangleofgoldontherippedsideofafatfibercanister.Thethingwasashippingcontainer,herememberedthemfromtheChibadocks.Throughtherentinitsside,hecouldseehalfadozenbrightyellowpackets.Inthesunlight,theylookedlikegiantpatsofbutter.Hisstomachtightenedwithhunger.Rollingoutofthenest,hewenttothecanisterandfishedoneofthethingsout,blinkingatsmallprintinadozenlanguages.TheEnglishwasonthebottom.EMERG.RATION,HI-PRO,`BEEF’,TYPEAG-8.Alistingofnutritivecontent.Hefumbledasecondoneout.`EGGS’.`Ifyou’remakingthisshitup,’hesaid,`youcouldlayonsomerealfood,okay?’Withapacketineitherhand,hemadehiswaythroughthestructure’sfourrooms.Twowereempty,asidefromdriftsofsand,andthefourthheldthreemoreoftherationcanisters.`Sure,’hesaidtouchingtheseals.`Stayherealongtime.Igettheidea.Sure...’

           Hesearchedtheroomwiththefireplace,findingaplasticcanisterfilledwithwhatheassumedwasrainwater.Besidethenestofblankets,againstthewall,layacheapredlighter,aseaman’sknifewithacrackedgreenhandle,andherscarf.Itwasstillknotted,andstiffwithsweatanddirt.Heusedtheknifetoopentheyellowpackets,dumpingtheircontentsintoarustedcanthathefoundbesidethestove.Hedippedwaterfromthecanister,mixedtheresultingmushwithhisfingers,andate.