Stella looked around at the poor state of the corner store.
The store was in complete disarray. Shelves had been toppled over, their contents spilled across the floor—crushed snacks, rolling cans, shattered bottles leaking sticky liquid.
It looked like people had fled in a hurry, leaving everything behind. The faint hum of the lights was the only sound left.
She remembered what Jaster had told her to do:
"Grab a bunch of oil and pour it to form a circle in the city center..." Stella rehearsed what Jaster had said, so she wouldn't forget anything.
"Then, throw me a match when I signal you." She opened her eyes again after making sure everything was set. Then her eyes darted toward all the items on the ground.
"Bread... No. Milk... No. Banana... No." Seeing nothing useful on the floor, she walked forward, stepping on rotten and smashed produce.
