Marty had been hankering for something sweet for most of the day. Having a perpetual sweet tooth was the worst thing to have in the zombie apocalypse. Candy companies were abandoned so none of the good candy was really around anymore. Unless you found something with an amazingly long shelf life.
He wasn't a fan of most of the cafeteria food, but it was better than starving. He'd eaten some of what was on the menu and decided that it wasn't going to satisfy the never ending sugar craving.
He was making his way to leave when he heard Maddie mutter to herself.
"The same person you'd have to kill to find a non-stale Hershey bar,' he offered, fully expecting to be told to fuck off. That's usually what happened. But that was because it was usually O'Brien he was talking to.