Honey
Gas masks? Check.
Nylon suits? Check.
Headlamps? Check.
Two men in white walked along Route 66, now abandoned and thick with dust. Their heads swiveled left and right, blindly scanning their gray surroundings. The dust thinned as they reached the end of the old highway.
"Hey, Micah?"
"Yes, George?"
"Ain't it funny how this here road was famous back in the day?"
"Oh? Back in your day?"
"..."
"Thought so. Now keep looking. We don't have time to waste before the cap'n leaves us on this hell of a planet."
The two struggled on through the sideways storm, searching every street and building for anything - anything that could have survived the great storm of '50. Finally, they stumbled upon a small shack on what once could have been a grassy hill. The door, which had somehow remained closed and intact all these years, revealed an old tool shed. Now empty and forgotten, the shed only contained mounds of filth and rubbish. A cloud of the dust enveloped Micah as he scooped through each mound, hoping that his gloved hand would make contact with something. Anything.
Meanwhile, George dug in the shed's corners, silent as to not distract his partner. His hand touched something hard. A yell of shock and surprise escaped his lips as he unearthed a small, dusty jar. Micah rushed to him and they shouted Eureka to the heavens as they playfully tossed the jar back and forth, back and forth. After twenty gleeful tosses, enough dust had fallen off the jar to reveal faded markings. Catching the jar one last time, George brought it to his goggled eyes to get a closer look.
Clover Honey. Manufactured 05-01-19.
"Hey Micah?"
"Yeah, George?" Micah wheezed, out of breath from his celebrations.
"What's today's date?"
"First of May."
"It says this honey was made on the first of May...a hundred years ago!"
"Ah geez, George. You gonna sing happy birthday to it now?"
"Not a birthday. Like an anniversary."
"Well, happy anniversary to your jar of honey, George, you sappy twig. Now let's get a move on. The winds are coming in fast."
"Yessir. On it, sir."