NOT EXACTLY HAUTE CUISINE
WOW: Scavenge. The menu in purgatory is somewhat limited.
Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did ... yada yada ...
Dean's dishevelled jacket hung loosely over bony shoulders as he sat, leaning wearily back against a dead tree. Shivering in the dank chill, he folded his arms over his sunken abdomen and tried to ignore the relentless hunger pains.
He shifted uncomfortably as the too-prominent ridges of his spine pressed painfully against the unforgiving bark.
Staying alive in purgatory wasn't just about dodging slavering jaws and creeping evil. It was about scavenging, about subsisting on whatever you could find.
Carrion and pondwater; that was Dean's take-out now.
It was great for the calorie count, but it tasted like total ass.