Cambria sat in her bed, typing away on her computer. Her stomach rumbled again, and she sighed. She checked her clock, it was a little past two. She had been writing for 4 hours now, and she suddenly felt a strong need to get up and move around. She stood and stretched, and rubbed her belly. She hadn’t eaten since around 7, so she shuffled into the kitchen in her quaint one-bedroom apartment. When she opened the refrigerator, all she could find was beer and a few apples.
“Dammit, I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow.. today? Whatever,” she mumbled. The apples didn’t look too appealing and her stomach growled again. She grumbled and grabbed her jacket and keys from their hooks. She figured she would go to the convenience store across the street and grab some munchies. She slipped some shoes on and trumped out the door, fumbling with the keys to lock it. She dropped her keys with a loud clang on the floor, and she tossed her head back with a disgruntled curse. A