Chapter 4“Do you have coconut milk?”
“Eh?” The old shopkeeper leaned forward and touched his drooping ears. “I can’t hear you. Lot of screaming today so I turned off the devices. Now I can’t find them.”
“I’m surprised you’re still open,” Paul said, louder now. He glanced around the lowly convenience store on his route home. Everything else—from the farmer’s market filled with fresh produce to the most utilitarian establishment that mostly sold powder packets of nourishment for the indigenous inhabitants since their taste buds were limited—had been closed due to the animal invasion. Many storefronts bore hand-drawn or printed off hastily signs which merely said Until Further Notice while some went so far as putting the standard blue circle in the corner to mark a death in the family. Each
