The nice thing about small town Americana was that it rolled up its sidewalks early. The lights winked out as she made her way to the fast food section. It consisted of McDonalds, Sonic and Taco Bell. Each stood side by side in silent competition for the citizenry's small cash flow. For Jennifer and Brody, it was a buffet.<br/><br/>The people here were very neat, Jennifer decided as she pulled several bags from the trash cans. Everyone had neatly wrapped up the uneaten portions of their food and then wrapped that in the sacks. She found half Quarter Pounder, some chicken nuggets, and a lot of what looked like kid meals untouched. She even found a nearly full soda behind Sonic and a whole bag of tacos at Taco Bell.<br/><br/>"Yep, Brody," she said to his happy face," we will feast like kings to night."<br/><br/>A police car rolled by, shining its search light around the restaurants. Jennifer shrunk back into the shadows, pulling the dog with her. She knew that many towns did not allow pitbulls to run around loose. Heck, there were many town that didn't permit them at all. They waited in the shadows until the danger had passed and returned to the woods at the edge of civilization. There they found an abandoned shack, took refuge and enjoyed their scrumptious meal.