Chris scowled at the screen of his PDA. According to the signal on his map, the bio-weapon should be right where he stood. He had been tracking the new entity for a week now, and for a strange substance in a metal canister it was proving hard to find.
The signal had led him to an old abandoned, ruined artillery base in southern Cambodia, but the trail had just gone cold. Chris scratched the back of his muscular neck, before swatting a bug on his exposed beefy bicep.
'Damn mosquitoes' he muttered to himself. Despite being equipped in his usual green tactical compression shirt, and sand combat cargo pants, he felt sweat forming on his wide back.
A grumble from his stomach made his brow furrow.
"Damn it... knew I should've packed more ration packs" he scolded to himself. Just then, a wonderful smell wafted through the hot tropical air.
"hmm... is that... burgers? pizza?" thought Chris, confused. "Who the hell has a barbecue in the middle of the jungle?"
He drew his pistol, moving carefully, following the scent. He came across a structure, still relatively intact, the door ajar. He pointed his pistol at the door.
"Hello?" he called, in case it was an oddly placed barbecue party. "BSAA, come out slowly!"
No reply, not even movement, just the smell of food, wafting from within. Slowly, he pushed the door, it opened with a creak. What he saw made sense, yet didn't.
A table, played out with piles and piles of food. Burgers, hot dogs, pizza, soda...
"What the...?" muttered Chris, even more confused. He picked up his bio-scanner from his belt, aiming it at the food. After a second, a beep indicated an analysis.
"Nothing?" said Chris, he holstered the scanner and scratched his brow in confusion. Something didn't add up. Another grumble from his stomach made him realise how hungry he was. Chris was a big guy, he needed to eat, and dried fruit and granola bars didn't exactly sate his appetite that morning.
"Well... its normal food, doesn't look like anybody's around to eat it" reasoned Chris, hell the nearest settlement was 60 miles in the opposite direction. "Surely a quick snack couldn't hurt".
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