Food II

"Are you not going to eat?"

A server the survivors were almost familiar with shouted at them. He was a large man with a strange body that could be mistaken for a woman and a temper as short as a woman's.

The survivors from the low level knew it was normal for the server, especially him to be shouting at them, but when they looked beside the server, why were there more servers than normal?

Normally, the low level had three servers for their meals, now there were seven of them. Then they turned their heads to the middle level too and looking at the number of servers, it was also seven.

If that was all, they would have put it behind them, but how do they explain the evolvers and policemen standing around them?

And it wasn't only that; why was the smell coming from the servers' pots so tantalizing?

But of course, not everyone was ready to think about the weird atmosphere.