With a quick nod, you shimmy down the tree and to the campfire, grabbing the warm C-rations box as you go. It, being the first thing you have eaten, is also the most delicious. Which is odd, considering it looks like a pale, quivering lump of gravy studded with rocks. Kyle grins and wipes his mouth.
"Yeah, those things really improved since the old ones. Can you believe the old ones actually had individually packaged goods? They had these cancerous drugs in them too, apparently half of the soldiers were addicted to them. Heh. Goes to show, we've been using combat stimulants for-freakin'-ever." Scraping clean his small metal dish, he bends the edge over and digs a small hole into which he dumps his refuse. This quickly becomes devoured by brown, snakelike things that churn the dirt as if fighting over the new meal. when the dust settles, nothing is left. Kyle's grin widens. "Yeah, the other thing Geneticode did- one fo the few GOOD things, mind you- was to make trees that actually feed voraciously on wast material. they cleared up so much refuse it was unbelievable. Come on, when you're done, dump your trash and cover the hole, and follow me. the fire will out itself in a moment."
True to his word, the fire is already fizzling into the ground, leaving almost no marks and barely a detectable scent.