He felt the icy cold swirling around him, tiny particles of frost drifting through the air to tickle his nose. Ignoring the goose bumps that were raising all long his green skin, the boy began rummaging through the boxes so haphazardly placed together.
He could feel his stomach clenching as he moved through the boxes, carelessly tossing them aside. He would be reprimanded for this the next day, he was sure, but right now the only thing that seemed to matter was the pain twisting in his stomach.
Having located his prize, the boy tried in vain to stuff the other boxes back where they belonged. Having no success, he simply let them litter the floor, deciding that Silkie would come along eventually and consume them like he did everything left carelessly out.
He closed the freezer and opened the box he held, removing several vegetarian chicken strips from the plastic bag inside. Smiling in the darkness, he placed them on a plate and warmed them in the microwave. He watched the plate circle as the tofu heated, the layer of breading bubbling slightly and the layer of frost melted and was replaced by a golden brown hue.
Before the tell-tale beep could signal the food was ready, the boy took the plate out, deeming it close enough. As he munched on his favorite snack, he smiled down at the boxes of meat on the floor. Small though his protest was, a certain team member would feel it come morning.