Things Begin to Unravel

Turning the corner near the Canned Food Aisle, Myka was examining a can of peas that had been found on Iwo Jima in one of the tunnels. She looked up, intent on scanning the aisle when she came to a complete stop, mouth agape. Some of the objects were purple. Purple? She went closer to one, a taco which they regularly had to convince Pete not to eat, thinking perhaps it was coated in purple goo. It was not. It was glowing purple.

Suddenly the taco began to crackle, and a bolt of lightning shot out and hit the can of peas in Myka's hand. She gasped, and dropped the peas. Dashing over to a console she tried to radio to the office, but the lightnight forked out from the taco and hit the console, frying it. She took a mad dash down the aisle toward the office.