Twenty-Two
Night WhispersThere was scant conversation amongst our group as we sat at our usual table in the cafeteria. Forks scraped over plates, and we shoveled food into our mouths.
“So,” Caleb said after he swallowed his last mouthful. “There's no more canned peas in the stockroom.”
Beth wrinkled her nose. “Hmph, isn't that a shame.” Peas were her least favourite.
“And almost out of canned beans too,” Caleb continued.
“Plenty of fresh vegetables in the greenhouses,” Noah added, speaking for the first time since we'd started eating.
“And there's a supply run coming up soon, so I'm sure we'll find more food.” I looked at Noah when I spoke, but he kept his focus on his plate.
“Are you going?” Marcus said to me.
“Well… I don't know if I'll be going yet, but…” I didn't want to go, t
