She gulped the last dregs of the condensed milk, tipping the can back and sliding a tongue around the inside. It had been such a long time since she'd had anything remotely resembling a luxury. She inserted a finger into the can, sliding it around it an attempt to capture what had been missed.
She needed calcium, any kind of calcium. The livestock had all long since died in the first attacks or been slaughtered. Two weeks ago she'd risked the journey to the local store, trying to find a bottle of milk. They had all soured, but she'd attempted to drink some anyway. She'd done her best not to vomit, but she threw it all back up anyway, rancid milk on her shoes.
She had been so happy to salvage the condensed milk, even if it was sweetened with caramel and thus defeated the purpose. Her mouth was rotting away before her very eyes; a tooth had fallen out the other day. One of her eyes had a cataract. She'd woken up three days ago with maggots in her armpits.
It was becoming harder and harde