After the End

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He was a little slower to squeeze out, mainly since he was a bit larger and so it took a little more to get through the small window. He dropped down and it took a moment to spot her sprinting off but he followed suite at more of a quick jog, being a little more wary and his gaze shifting about for any signs of life besides them. It seemed clear, for now at least, but there was never any telling of just how long that would last.

When she impatiently urged him to follow, he replied, "Not everyone goes racing ahead so readily." Besides just that, it seemed a waste of energy to be sprinting around if he didn't need to. If he actually needed to sprint for safety he'd rather it be with the energy to do so, not already tired out from needlessly exerting more energy when it was unneccessary to do so. There was also the fact that moving about too quickly could mean stumbling into danger before having the warning and foresight to avoid it or keep from being spotted by others looking to take advantage of another for their own survival, be it man or beast.
 
Pretty much ignoring him, she slid to a stop as she reached the remnants of a street corner, peering cautiously around a building. When she had made sure that there was nothing that would attack her, and giving the male following her enough time to catch up, she continued running down the roads, finding the right grouping of buildings.

"That one," she stated, pointing towards the nearest of the building. Slowing to a walk, she took out her knife as she approached the building, constantly scanning the rooftops for signs of attack. When she had made it to the front door of the building, she immediately tried the knob, finding it locked. Ramming her shoulder against it forced it opened, and soon she was stepping into a derelict remnant of a place that once must have been a home for someone. "Find anything useful," she said to the male before walking into another room, intent on finding something that would keep her alive another day longer. Checking the remains of a footlocker, she popped its rusting lock to search its contents.
 
He didn't respond as he stepped inside and gazed around what had probably been a home at one point in time, his gaze searching around the place. It seemed long abandoned, maybe even since the End. Hopefully that meant there wouldn't be any sort of trouble. He stepped around scattered furnishings, some broken and some still in tact, around other scattered belongings and small bits of peeled paint. Some of the walls and parts of the ceiling had large rings of water damage, tiles in the kitchen were broken apart in somem places and scattered across the floor.

A box of what had once probably been filled with dry food sat on the floor, the teen nudging it with his foot experimentally. A mouse darted for cover elsewhere but nothing else stirred from inside, the male picking it up by this point and looking inside just in case but there wasn't even a crumb of food left inside.

Probably hasn't had anything in it for at least thirty years anyway, he figured. Besides skittish pests.

He carelessly tossed it aside and continued to scavange, popping open what had once been a working refrigerator. It wasn't completely vacant but nothing inside was anything edible, the stench making him blanch and quickly shut it again. Where as that...that probably HAS been there for at least thirty years. He continued his search, not expecting much, finding a lot of containers with nothing in them, but he was just lucky enough to find a pair of intact cans stuffed away and forgotten behind the other trash.

He hummed in satisfaction even as he tossed one up and caught it again, the paper label long since gone but at least one of them had an ink stamp on the lid as to it's contents, idly wandering from the decrepit kitchen back to the other rooms.

" 'hope you're not allergic to olives or anything," he tossed in what was probably meant to be humorous as well as triumphant, though his tone was non-challant. Muttering under his breath, he added, "...'hope they're still good enough to eat."
 
She had been searching the two rooms in the back, which must once have been bedrooms. Stepping over mouse droppings as she came o her knees in front of one of the beds, she checked for anything under it, yelping when she saw a mouse. She certainly didn't like any kind of pest, but mice were the worst. Shivering as she got back to her feet, she uneasily searched the rest of the room, pulling open the drawers of the dresser in the corner. Finding one that had a couple shirts in it, she pulled out a pale green sweater, checking for any holes in it.

Determining that the sweater had nothing wrong with it besides some awful indeterminable smell, she pulled it on, knowing that winter would be upon them soon, and to have another layer of clothing would help. The rest of the clothes were unusuable, so she left them, checking the other room for anything of use.

Finding nothing of use in the second room, she went back to the front rooms, finding her 'partner' with a couple cans. Good, that could feed them both for a day or two, if they were careful. "It's fine," she answered, trying not to move at all, because it would send her a whiff of that awful smell coming off of the sweater.
 
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