The meat on the furnace crackled as it turned golden brown. He had read somewhere that a person who ate only lean meat like this would get sick from the lack of fat. Well, that was probably not a concern when there were so many other foods. Jude cut off a chunk and gave it to Lupo, and the little guy ate it as if it had been starving for days.
There was nothing left. It seemed he would have to eat the meat on the bones. When he put it in his mouth after seasoning it lightly with salt, a gamey smell came up. Damn. He must have done the trimming wrong. Jude endured the nausea, chewed and swallowed. He should be grateful to be able to eat something like this. After all, it was all to survive in the apocalypse.
