Brown Banana
I stare hatefully at it. The only food item left in the entire house. A single, solitary brown banana. I've put this horrid moment off for a long time already. I hold the overly-ripened fruit-crap thing apprehensively, as far away from my face as possible. It does not resist being peeled, and virtually falls open like a broken zipper. The sickeningly sweet yellowish-brown mush makes me gag slightly. I hurry to eat the thing I dreaded eating just seconds ago. When the deed is done, I throw the blackened peel at the wall. The peel is death. My mouth begins to itch and burn, and my mind goes numb at the thought that there is no food left in this world for me. I have eaten the rations. I have eaten the banana. I stare vacantly at the brown smudge on the wall, then down to the black heap on the floor as the horde enters my home. The peel is
death...
Josh <3