Hey everyone. This is Kali Michaels, the main character from Wormwood, a pretty intense post-apocalyptic story. Thanks for letting me pop into this blog so I can talk a bit about food and what we’ve been eating around here. Trust me, I have a very strong appreciation for this subject. Wormwood‘s author, D.H. Nevins, really turned things upside down on us—you know, avenging half-angels destroyed the surface of the Earth—so for anyone who cares to survive, the acquisition of food is pretty darn important.
Truth be told, when it comes to palatable food, I’m luckier than most of the survivors I’ve come across. The first person I saw since this mess began was a rather desperate man named Eric (and I say he was the first person, because the first being I ran into was Tiamat, one of them, so he doesn’t count). I found Eric within a small copse of trees, anxious to cook what little food he could find over a small bank of coals. He was using battered piece of corrugated metal as a frying pan of sorts, and on it was a mouse and two slugs. I know, it sounds horrid. But when you’re starving—and he was—those disgusting morsels of food are worth fighting over.
But like I mentioned before, I was fortunate. I had no need to challenge Eric for the sake of a meal, having acquired significant supplies from Tiamat. Ah, Tiamat. My Nephilim tormentor. Of course, he had known what was coming, he was one of the ones who caused it, so he had stockpiled quite a quantity of non-perishable food and other supplies before The Cleansing. And because he claims I have some kind of purpose, he won’t kill me. Yet. So yeah, long story short, I have a bunch of his supplies, loaded on one of two horses I have with me. Food to keep me alive. For now. Right, so essentially, Eric’s meagre meal was safe from me.
The next survivors I saw were two young boys, fighting over a frog. I mention this because, yeah, the frog was meant to be food too. Can people even eat frogs? I don’t know. But everyone’s desperate. My trail mix and dehydrated chili are sounding pretty delicious now, right? And the coffee Tiamat made for me over our camp fire? Well, that was downright extravagant.
I know it can’t last. Some day, the food will run out or the Nephilim will finally succeed in killing me. But in the meantime, I’ll thankfully enjoy the subtle metallic flavor of canned oranges. Then I’ll savour the subtle range of tastes when I eat rehydrated vegetables. And when I sleep, you can be sure I’ll be dreaming of chocolate ice cream.
Thanks for stopping by to share your food for thought, Danielle!