Mable needed to eat. She was a forager in her heart of hearts. When she was a regular person she would be inthe forest looking for nuts and berries like the squirrels or looking for rootsand furry little creatures to cook on her campfire. But she was in a city. Where the hell do you forage in an urbanenvironment? Then she remembered seeinga show where people go dumpster diving near restaurants to get leftovers oreven fresh meats and produce to cook themselves. Restaurants tended to be wasteful becausethey were trying to produce perfect meals.

Off to the dumpsters. Mable found a place with a couple of restaurants and went into the backalley. No one was there so she hid behinda dumpster and covered herself with a cardboard box. She waited for a few hours. The sounds of the city echoed through thealley. She missed the sounds of theforest. A person opened a door to thealley. Mable considered getting them butdecided they had a job to do and someone inside may miss them. So, she continued to wait. So was singing old show tunes in her head to pass the time.


Not long after she heard someone walk into the alley. They moved slow, their sneakers softlyscuffing through the grime. The dumpsterscreeched open. She heard the personclimb into the dumpster. Mable movedquickly and joined them in the dumpster. A woman with beautiful ebony skin looked up with a shocked look. Mable smiled calmly, “Oh sorry. I didn’trealize anyone else was here.” Beforethe woman could respond, Mable grabbed her wrist and sunk her fangs in. The woman started to object and struggle. Mable pushed her down into the soft bed ofslime and food. The woman went limp asthe euphoria overtook her senses.


When she was done, Mable gathered together a tidy bag offresh meats, veggies, and other halfway decent food and left it next to thewoman. Dumpster diving wasn’t bad but alittle tedious and messy. And it was not as pleasant to smell as the forest. With a nice full belly Mable headed home.