you reach among the maggot-infested food, and gingerly take hold of the paper to pull it free.
it is sticky and damp, and covered in a foul slime that irritates your skin. you fight the urge to vomit as several living creatures scatter as you pick it up.
a scrawled figure covers the piece of paper, and you feel somehow more repulsed by the drawing than the contents of the refrigerator.