neonthewrite:

Stale bread from some strange giant creature wasn’t his first choice, either. Bowman frowned, but told himself he truly didn’t know when the next chance at something edible might come along. He needed his strength to deal with his situation.

He lifted the piece of bread to his lips, feeling the coarse texture before parting them. His eyes shut tight despite the darkness and he took a modest bite.

It wasn’t terrible. There was something odd about it, a lack of grit despite being bread, but it passed.