Babydoll nodded and started to walk away, this time her combat knife was in hand at the ready, though against whatever the hell that thing was, her knife wouldn't be nearly enough. 'Couldn't hurt to look? What was I thinking.....I'm completely unprepared.....damnit....' She thought cursing herself for going through with such an obviously bad idea. Charred gravel ground against itself under her feet as she approached the ruined entrance to what was once a supermarket. "Here goes nothing I guess...." She muttered and pushed her way through the loose shards of glass that fell after being brushed by her passing crashing against the floor.
To her surprise, there was a large light source running, shining light onto the isles from the back of the store. "The ruins still have electricity even after so much time?" she whispered, unintentionally beginning to talk to herself. Her attention was then drawn away from her hushed monologue as a crash erupted from a few aisles over followed by an agonized scream. What Babydoll saw when she found the aisle was a man rotted but alive....as if no one had told him he died and he just continued to function. "What the f..." She started but held her mouth closed as it started to weakly shamble towards her.
It's dissolving mouth mimicked the motions of word formation, and a weak raspy voice was crackling out, but the image terrified her, to a point that as he got close she gave a quick yelp and managed to put her knife through the man's neck, dropping him to the floor dead. Regaining her more hardened composure she retrieved her knife and wiped his blood off onto his clothes. She then began to peruse what was left of the supermarket, and as Mira had said, it was looted, not much remained. She did find some more medications in the pharmacy, mostly anti psychotics and pain killers, and she found some more first aid equipment and a few canned peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She also checked the sporting goods department and found a weapons cache, and signs that people had holed up here in the past.
She came back to camp rolling a shopping cart full of her findings immediately taking up a newer better pistol, and loading a magazine into it. "Guess I'm lucky..." she quipped as she began loading her pack up with two extra handguns all the ammo for the handguns, an assorted 150 rounds, put her medical supplies and pills away and slid a new knife that had already been modified to deliver an amplified shock from a short life battery into her knife holster. After strapping herself with a short assault rifle, she slid the rest of the cart minus three of six the food cans. "take what you want from that we'll sell the rest, if you think we can make something off any of it."