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Bailey followed behind Seth, mostly lost in his own thoughts. While he was meant to be on alert, he had a feeling that this area was also clear of any zombies. Besides, one or two were easy enough to take out. They would probably just be target practice at this point. While they made their way around rubble and vehicles, he thought about the jobs he would give to the other. It was only the second day of their journey, and he needed to prepare enough supplies for two people. He also needed to give the other a gun, though he was unwilling to give up his own. They were as precious to him as the photo in his bag.
Looking up when Seth spoke, Bailey narrowed his eyes at the broken windows. It usually wasn't a good sign, but the scarred male had become very good at finding things other's had missed. Stepping around the other, he headed in to the store and began to look around. Almost everything had been taken, and there were bullets lying on the floor. Gun stores had been one of the more popular places to be raided, as people wanted something they could defend themselves with. Others, just wanted a way out. Not everyone had the mental fortitude to deal with friends and family becoming monsters, and that the world they had known had fallen in an instant. A gun was fast and simple, and something Bailey had considered many times before.
Heading for the back, he hoped there was some sort of safe that had been untouched. What he found, however, was even better.
Under a tarp, Bailey found a trap door. It hadn't been opened in ages, clear from how the hinges had rusted. No one had thought to look here, and he had high hopes for what would be inside. "Over here," he called to Seth, before leaning down and grabbing the rope handle. Grunting, he pulled hard but it seemed like it was stuck. There was also the faintest smell of something in the air, but he couldn't place it just yet. "Might need a little help."
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Bailey followed behind Seth, mostly lost in his own thoughts. While he was meant to be on alert, he had a feeling that this area was also clear of any zombies. Besides, one or two were easy enough to take out. They would probably just be target practice at this point. While they made their way around rubble and vehicles, he thought about the jobs he would give to the other. It was only the second day of their journey, and he needed to prepare enough supplies for two people. He also needed to give the other a gun, though he was unwilling to give up his own. They were as precious to him as the photo in his bag.
Looking up when Seth spoke, Bailey narrowed his eyes at the broken windows. It usually wasn't a good sign, but the scarred male had become very good at finding things other's had missed. Stepping around the other, he headed in to the store and began to look around. Almost everything had been taken, and there were bullets lying on the floor. Gun stores had been one of the more popular places to be raided, as people wanted something they could defend themselves with. Others, just wanted a way out. Not everyone had the mental fortitude to deal with friends and family becoming monsters, and that the world they had known had fallen in an instant. A gun was fast and simple, and something Bailey had considered many times before.
Heading for the back, he hoped there was some sort of safe that had been untouched. What he found, however, was even better.
Under a tarp, Bailey found a trap door. It hadn't been opened in ages, clear from how the hinges had rusted. No one had thought to look here, and he had high hopes for what would be inside. "Over here," he called to Seth, before leaning down and grabbing the rope handle. Grunting, he pulled hard but it seemed like it was stuck. There was also the faintest smell of something in the air, but he couldn't place it just yet. "Might need a little help."
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