Kyle looked through the broken window of the convenience store and a his lips twitched up. It wasn't completely looted yet.

He'd managed to avoid any hostilities so far; He hadn't even seen one of the Limpers on his way there. It was just him, the sound of footsteps, and the street. The stores lights were flickering, including the neon sign, he noticed. The parking lot was empty, and so far, it looked like the store was devoid of life aswell.

He inhaled, exhaled, then stepped inside. His grip on the shovel was so tight his knuckles had gone pale. He took one of the shopping carts with his free hand, the shovel rested on his shoulder, and walked around.

It was eerily silent.

As he started filling up the cart, however, he heard something shuffling. [i]It's fine, Kyle,[/i] he thought, [i]you'll be okay.[/i]

Unsurprisingly, mentally reassuring himself didn't do anything to calm him. He started to try and fit some supplies into his pouch; An extra water bottle, another battery for the flashlight and some snacks...

"Ah, shit-" He muttered, as the second can of crackers slipped out of his grasp and clattered along the floor. He heard a groan. More shuffling. His free hand moved to grip his shovel again, and his fight or flight instincts started to come in.

He started walking towards the exit. The shuffling got closer. Another groan. Then he dared to do something he was taught to never do whilst running;

He looked back. And he almost vomited in his mouth right then and there. A teenage boy in a uniform, flesh stripped off of his arm, leaving only bloodied bones. Deathly pale skin and white eyes, one pants leg torn off at the knee.

And oh God. The [b]smell.[/b] Kyle took a few steps back, then turned around and ran as fast as he could. He didn't really care where, he just didn't want to be near one of them.

Unbeknownst to him, he was running in the direction of a bank.