In the "Rust Belt Supermarket" 50 years after the nuclear war, mutant rats roam among the shelves. I used half a piece of dirty cloth to carefully wipe the rust on the canned yellow peach bottle. The glass reflected the blood-red sunset outside the window, and the pulp suspended in the sugar water looked like solidified amber—this was my only gain from squatting in the ruins of the "Rust Belt Supermarket" for three days. The radioactive rats wandering among the shelves screamed, and the smell of putrefaction and rust mixed into the unique smell of the wasteland.
