Peter and Stephen - Food Distribution Center.
Someone or something is going to have to cut me some slack, Peter thought as he milled around the outside waiting to be fed. None of it smelled particularly mouth watering but he'd take anything. ANYTHING. At this point he knew he had to. His own body would wear him out as his metabolism burned through everything so fast. Fast enough to give him the energy to move as fast as he did.
With that in mind, moving quick had to be kept to a minimum. Or as it was now, not at all. He had to save whatever reserves he had for just in case.
Just in case there is a cheeseburger, he thought bitterly.