Eventually (part 1)

The fridge roared as it did many times before, keeping the contents within from rotting any quicker then they already were. There was a permanent sense of doom amongst the food that called it home; it's not the likely hood of being consumed. No, it was the other possibility that caused the despair, to not be consumed, to sit there on the shelves and be plagued by the mould. Ask any food who cares to listen and they will tell you the same.

As far as food is concerned they live to die a quick painless death and ideally they'd like that to happen sooner rather then later, it's essentially a race, to be taken from there place of origin, processed, packed, put on display, bought and eventually eaten. Dieing by the Mould is akin to us going to hell, nothing scares food more then the thought of rotting away covered and infested by the Mould's dynamical green.

In the crisper Carrot sat in the corner closest to the door lost in thought about how it would end it's days, it dreamed of being cut up and fried and in it's worst nightmare it would be slowly eaten bit by bit, raw and very much alive but it's better then the Mould. Potato walked over and sat next to it, chuckling Potato said.

"Stop thinking about it will you? I'm sure you'll end your days in pieces just the way you like it."

Carrot sighed, smiling he replied, "Hopefully they wont peel me!"

In the corner the pair laughed, they acknowledge their deaths and banter like this passes the time keeping the two relatively sane in stark contrast to some of the other food sitting around and above them. The two relaxed into silence looking at the shelves above and both gazed at the tub of yogurt, sitting at the back under the vent where from which the cold blew forth. Its picturesque label was a facade at best; the picture portrayed smiling strawberries sitting in a green meadow next to a white bowl of pink, succulent, creamy yogurt. There were definitely strawberries in that tub in the form of yogurt but no longer as creamy as it use to be, it was anything but succulent and the pink that was is now as green as the meadow they were suppose to be sitting on, smiling.

"Four weeks now right?" Potato said to Carrot not looking away from the tub. Carrot consumed by a chill colder then the air around it looked down to the crisper floor and replied under its breath.

"It's not fair, there’re still half of them left in that damn tub"

The other half was consumed by the Mould.