A large greenish super mutant walks through the rubble of a fallen wall to where all the food is kept. Happily fantazing about the sweet goodness of the strawberry jam on one of the humans that he bumped into some time ago. He wasn't like most of the super mutants in the area, where ever the hell he is. He smiles at the memory of the frightened human, that dropped her sachel of supplies and ran away, it was nice to see a human that wasn't hell bent on killing everything.

He stops and enters a small room to his right, pretty much a hole in the wall, his destination. He grabs the loaf of bread and strawberry jam, that had suprisingly survived after all this time.

With the goods in tow he runs to the would be kitchen. He sets down the items on the dusty counter and plugs in the toaster he had found on his last outing.

He takes out two pieces of the stale plain white bread and puts them in the toaster and pulls the lever down. Bruce, he calls himself, leaned against the counter waiting impatiently.

A few minutes pass by and the toaster dings, the toast popping up. Danny pulls the toast out and excitedly dumps part of the jar of jam on both pieces of bread. Jam dripping out of the bottom of the two peices that he sandwiched together. He crams them in his large mouth and savors the taste, jam dripping down his chin. He wipes the jam off with the back of his hand and licks it off.

Bruce makes more toast, using up all of the bread and jam. He licks his hands clean and scrapes out the jar. The jar was practically clean.

He sets down the jar and sighs, it'll be awhile til he can get his hands on more.

Til we meet again toast.