When you’re hungry, it’s your top concern. You aren’t really thinking about things like the fact that you might be wearing someone else’s clothes or showering with their shampoo. Any concerns I had about the Great Shift dumping me into the wrong body were pushed aside for the time being.
Crackers on ketchup were barely enough to fill even the smallest corner of my stomach, but they were enough to give me the motivation to venture out. I checked about five different grocery stores before I found one that was open.
It was mostly picked through with a lot of fresh food remaining being wilted or spoiled. The packaged food was practically cleared out. I still managed to collect a few things.
But when I went to check out, I realized no one was actually working. Someone had just pried the door open earlier, and everyone was going in and out. I felt bad about taking the food, but I wasn’t about to let myself starve either. I slipped some cash under the register before I left just so I didn’t feel too bad about it.



