certainly don’t feel the need to now.

What I do feel though… is that maybe I could have a feed, then take a nap. Then have another feed… Maybe even a few beers. The world has ended after all and I owe nothing to nobody, not that anyone is alive anyway. And I still have the rest of my dreams to catch up on… It’s almost starting to feel like a box set I really like. The next episode waiting for me.

He walks to the rear entrance of the house and into the kitchen. The fridge is still working, still hooked up to his power system and he takes a plate of chicken and broccoli from the top shelf. It’s wrapped with a plastic film to keep it fresh.

In the front room he flops himself down