A woman with a clipboard emerged from the shadows of the aisles. "You Bernie’s guy?"
The man, whose name tag read 'Bernie,' leaned in. "You won't find it here. Here, you're paying for the shiny foil and the mountain sunset on the label. You want the deep-cellar prices? You go to the back of the Valley Industrial Park. Look for a warehouse with a faded blue door. No sign. Just a number: 402." Elias hesitated. "Is it... legal?" cheapest place to buy freeze dried food
She pointed to a corner where several crates sat under a layer of dust. "Mislabeled batch. The printer glitched. They’re all marked 'Mystery Protein.' It’s either turkey or pork, we aren't sure which. Half price. Six dollars a gallon." A woman with a clipboard emerged from the
Elias felt a rush of adrenaline. At the big-box stores, six dollars bought you two measly ounces. Here, it bought you a week of life. Here, you're paying for the shiny foil and