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Running low on provisions, the octopus braved the blasted wasteland in search of supplies

Walking along deserted (apart from the dog walkers and joggers, I mean really, they kill the whole apocalypse vibe) streets they finally found a merchant who had milk, bread, and cigarettes in stock, a bounty not seen since before the outbreak brought the ravenous hordes

(I went up tesco, their stock levels are getting better now)