The Food by Mark Anthony Raines

It seems  strange  going  over the vast  barren land of what was once  my  homeland. I am  hungry  like  the  rest  that  are left  after the  war ;the war was quick it was over  in seconds; those  idiots America  and China  finally  got to decide who was  the  real world  superpower  the answer  is none.I have  my duffle bag and  my gadget  time pick  up the food without  touching  with  my hands due to  fact  the  food  in its raw material  is none edible  and poisonous  to my body. I gather enough to  fill my duffle bag then head back to my  campsite. I place the  food  in a pot and watch as the brown  encrusted  faeces turns the water and dark brown  the stench  is putrid .My food is nearly  ready  it has  now a very dark brown  with  small  crusty  faeces; my favourite. I place it in a bowl  and  eat with  delight for  you  see all that  remains  to eat is the faeces left  behind    as when  the end came  man did  truly shit himself. The End