She stopped at the aisle of chocolate bars, bags of chips, biscuits and sweets and cold-drinks and marshmallows. All in their various brands. It’s in these row of shelves where kids cry to their parents when they go shopping.

“heaven,” the girl said. She let the school bag fall from her shoulders and opened one bag of Lay’s chips.

“What are you do—doing?” Adam asked.

The girl devoured the snack. She dug her hand inside the bag and ate some more. Crunch, crunch, crunch…she chewed with a smile, mouth too full. “relax, bro,” she told Adam. “the world is ours,” she stuffed more chips into her mouth.

Adam looked at the Doritos on the left. What the hell? One packet wouldn’t hurt. Plus he remembered that he ate no breakfast this morning (mom usually cooked porridge. She’d give him money for bread or fat cakes if she’s tired. Now where is she?)

He took the Doritos and ate them with doubt at first. This didn’t feel right somehow. He saw the yellow Lay’s bag laying on the side with some chips remaining inside; the girl was now eating another flavor. But she let go of it and moved on to the chocolates; big size dairy milk.

For the next minutes that’s what they did in the Checkers store, laughing and eating everything they wanted. The cakes, the sweets…everything they wanted.

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“so wha—whats your name?” Adam asked. They were seated on the bums, legs sprawled on the cold tiles, with they backs against the refrigerators where cold drinks were stored. Empty boxes of eet-sum-mor biscuits and empty cans of energy drinks, Monster and Red Bull, were scattered around them.

The girl finished up the carton of Ultra-mel in a big sip. She belched. “that was good,” she licked her lips and threw the carton on the side.

“I asked you your—”

“I’m Eve,” she said, and smiled at him. There were yellow lines of ultra-mel around her mouth.

“nice to mee — meet you, E—Eve,” Adam said and drank his fanta orange bottle. The girl still held her yellow-smile gaze at him. “what?” Adam looked at her, had his bottle close to the lips.

“nothing,” she said. “I just find it weird that I’m Eve and you’re Adam and now it’s just you and me in this world.”

Adam choked on his drink and coughed it out. “you —you not think—thinking what I—I think you are think —thinking are you?”

“what am I thinking?” she looked at him with deep, knowing eyes.

Adam’s face was shaking. Even though you have not read the Bible you may have an idea about the first man and woman of this world in the book Genesis. How that whole story went.

“I’m kidding,” she said and giggled. “you should’ve seen the look on your face. It’s a joke, Adam. I’m not Even,” she said. “my name is Sandra.” She reached her hand to him.

“Sa—Sandra. You in the 11th grade?” he shook her hand.

“that’s right. Sir Bullock’s class,” she said.

“Yeah, I did feel—feel like I’ve seen—seen you be—before. I jusss just didn’t know your—your name.”

“I’m Sandra Bryant.” she said. “so what do we do now?” she looked up at the fluorescent lights above them.

“we co—contunue our sear—search to find others, try to find out —find out what’s going on here,” Adam said.

“And if we don’t?”

“We just ha—have to acce—accept and live like—like this. Eating and surviving.”

“sounds fine to me,” Sandra got up and walked to the deep freezers which had ice-creams.