Chapter Thirty Eight

"I'm not certain we should take the risk," Ricky murmured. "Whether one of us becomes sick, it will seriously impede our progression, and there's no knowing if we'll be successful in obtaining any medication to remedy it; even something as little as food poisoning may be lethal these days," he rightly observed.

"The lowest date is three months from now," I said. "It's most likely alright."

"But it may have been improperly kept; better to be safe than sorry," Justine sighed.

Justine ignored the enticing cans of drinks and went on to the untouched cartons of quick porridge. He cracked open the package and shoved the considerably smaller and thinner packets into the protruding ziplock bag.

"All we have to do is simmer some water, and there we have it! Slurry."

"Decent tasting puree," I said with a chuckle. "Well, it's better than having nothing."

"But contrasted to the MREs, this puree isn't going to taste all that wonderful," he shrugged. "We're accustomed to spicy, flavorful cuisi