Of hunger pt1

The overhead light blinks.  The man looks up from a microscope.
'We have any more of those?'
'No.'  The woman gives a tight-lipped smile.
Him - 'I think its time.'
Her - 'Because of the light?'
He nods.  'We're running out, love. We can't stay down here.'
She gives the same tight smile.  'You know we can't go up there either.'
'It's time to try.'

They eat a meal - corned beef, mash made from powder, the last wine. In the morning, they toss a coin.
'Heads'
'I win.'
'And just wait till you see what you've won.'