“There is food down there. Blue plastic bins filled with rice and flour and barley. Tins of dehydrated milk, powdered egg. Jars of jam and marmalade that glow slightly in the pale light that filters in through the vent. The stuff is stacked along the wall in labelled compartments. Organised, ready and waiting for the day when the world above will end.”
A short story about some mice having a really great time. Published in Riptide (Volume Ten, “The Suburbs”). Purchase a copy here.