Beans

"Got anything?" Mark asked.

"It's just another can of beans," I replied.

"Shit. I don't know how much longer we'll survive off of beans and peppermints, especially with how gassy Jean's been lately".

"Yeah.." I said, staring off into the distance. It's wintertime, two years after the Big Boy nuke was dropped on us. Not many made it as far as I know. Just me, Mark, Jean, Sandy, and my dog, Spike.

We'd considered eating Spike last time all our beans ran out but decided that he's good to keep around for safety and all. Plus, I'm pretty sure he picked up some sort of disease during that last fight with a ghoul.

Oh yeah, did I mention we have ghouls? Gross, slimy, humanoid looking creatures - well, they once were human - with skin peeling off and eyes hollowed like the pumpkins I'd carve for Halloween.

"Oh snap, Jason, get over here!" Mark said. "These beans have bacon bits in 'em!"