Mason found a supply cache hidden under a collapsed wall. It was probably left by someone who hadn't made it back to grab it. Cans of food, medical kits, even a few old weapons.
He tossed me a can of something unlabeled. "Eat."
I turned it over. "Is this safe?"
Mason shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
Great. Love that kind of reassurance. I opened it anyway, because hunger beat caution. It tasted like cardboard, but at least it wasn't killing me. Yet.