â€œI'm always packed.â€ Nathan replied with a smile as he handed a bowl of slop and spoon to AJ. The other two were running around like chickens in a coop as a wolf strolled past. There was just no need for that. The three of them were safely on the fifth floor while the infected were only on the second. Given, the bookcase was the last real defense, but<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>hadn't figured out which one to attack yet. And past that; well, zombies weren't known for how quickly they navigated large buildings.  A few hours still remained.<br/><br/>So, Nathan calmly walked to the couch with two bowls and spoons. He set one down on the coffee table (the only table in the small apartment) and began eating the other. It wasn't as bad as it looked. At least the corn wasn't overcooked and there wasn't too much gravy. Then again, Nathan had always eaten pretty much anything put in front of him. With the laptop still playing music, this probably rated as one of his most relaxing dinners in the past year. He let himself enjoy it and forced himself not to eat too fast. He always ate too fast.<br/><br/>Once he finished, Nathan set the bowl aside and reached into his bag again pulling out a handful of candies to toss on the table. â€œDesert.â€ was all he said, picking up a Snickers bar and biting into it. With a smile the often inappropriate man leaned back on the couch and sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh yeah, this was a worthwhile dinner.</span>It's hard to be unhappy with a Snickers bar in hand and good music in ear. And it was always important to be grateful of every little blessing. Just one more piece of the dedicated regiment Nathan followed to preserve the person he was. This world wouldn't ruin him, no matter how awful. Sanity was an ever dwindling resource.