Putting a last can of food into his bag, Mies was satisfied. Easily enough food for a few days with some rationing. But now the burden, clinking cans while walking, a front entrance most likely swamped with the undead. It was time to leave this place before he became a permanent resident.

Walking up to Lydia and the young man, Meis said: [color=2e3192]"It is time to leave, we can hash out trades at a later time. Follow me. We head to hardware to grab a flash-light and then out of here through the back of the store."[/color]

With that he headed down the aisles. Though now the unease had begun. The sound of the cans clinking was starting to draw some attention. There was time, but non for foolishness. Get the flash-light and get out was the objective now.