[color=ed1c24][h2]William Sutherland[/h2][/color]

Expendable. Many of them were. At least, that's how he saw it. Will had been with the group long enough to know that about half of them were about dead weight, and the others had useful skills that others had, so most of them could be replaced, William included.

He knew his way out of tight fixes, it was one of the reasons he was still alive, but he was simply one of the many, and when things went down, the law of the jungle applied to them all. The vultures certainly knew it. Will wasn't sure if anyone else had bothered to take note of them, but the flying buzzards had been following them for quite some time now, and where there was death, there was vultures.

He had been half tempted to get one of the crack shots in the group to take a shot at a few of the flying annoyances, gaining them both a bit of extra food, and less things to linger in the backs of their minds. 
He'd love to do it himself, but years of experience told him that it was better to make comments to others, and slowly make them believe it was their idea. The problem with his entire plan, was the noise. They were directly out in the open, and as much as he wanted to rid themselves of their constant stalkers, they didn't have any means of knocking the blasted birds down to earth that wouldn't make a lot of noise.

Shame really.

He hadn't spoken to any of the others within the group in a few days now. He'd had little reason to make things crazy just yet. 

Shifting the digging tool he carried more comfortably onto his shoulder, the ex-grave digger slunk his way out of the center of the group and closer to the front, where several of their numbers, including that one guy, Freddie, discussed possible routes to take. This might have been the opportunity he needed to 'thin the herd' as it were. Large groups only lasted when they had a fortified place to stay for an extended period of time, as proven by his temporary stay with a group holed up in the Apartment he lived in. 

They would probably still be alive if he hadn't have 'Accidentally' left the ladder he had used to get down the across the large gap in the stairway they had made. He might have also 'Accidentally' rang the dinner bell as it were, when he set off the fire alarm within the building.

Poor sods, they had such a good thing going to, but then they got paranoid that someone who dug graves was some sort of witch doctor and kicked him out.

William stepped forward, the blade of his shovel touching the ground with a light clang, as he leaned against it, deciding to help out with the conversation.

[color=ed1c24]"if there's a Costco nearby, then maybe we can find some poor shambler caught underneath a shel-I mean," [/color] His eye had twitched several times until he corrected himself, as he proved once again why people avoided him, [color=ed1c24]"Ahem, there might be something left over in the storage areas, or something else worth our while. Worth a shot, I'm in." [/color]

Danger was something he practically lived for at this point, and Costco had plenty of things he could turn into useful survival items. Wood into shields, metal into spears, cloth into bags. The possibilities were endless, of course, the trip would also depend on what kind of members decided to go. 

William had volunteered, and since the chance of not returning growing when out on scavenging missions, he was rather certain he would be selected to go. He had a tendency to creep others out and he was certain at least one or two in the group wouldn't mind if he never came back.