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"Canned food... 3 cans of pineapple, 4 cans of baked beans, and 1 can of chili... check."

Wayne sifted through his supplies on his knees, going through all the loot he kept under a tarp around some bushes. Just a tent, sleeping bag, a backpack, camp fire, tools and cooking wares, and the supplies he had laying around. Right next to his camp was a fresh water pond, where he could gather water that only needed to be boiled to clean up. He was lucky he found this spot in Tenaja Canyon before anyone else did. The canyons provided decent protection from walkers and potential looters, and he was ways away from the nearest points of civilization. The only thing he really had to worry about was a survivor camp in a country house located about 3-4 miles to the southeast of where his camp was. Luckily, they didn't bother him. They were probably just a bunch of scared folks trying to get away from the chaos, which swept through Los Angeles and was now eating up Orange County and the Inland Empire. None of them or anyone else came across here, but Wayne still had to make sure none of his supplies went missing. Vigilance was necessary for Wayne through his life. With the current situation, vigilance was needed more than ever. But on the plus side for Wayne, he didn't have to worry about society any more. With society falling apart in the cities, Wayne felt a sense of relief knowing that he didn't have to worry about law after law and being arrested and locked up, as long as he stayed away from people. With society going away, Wayne really liked the idea of being a wildman. Because fuck people.

Wayne made a quick check-up on his camp to make sure everything was good here. With that done, now was time to go on one of his looting runs. Perhaps it was time to give the survivors at the country house a visit. And by "visit", Wayne was going try and steal some of their supplies under their nose, and if need be, kill a few of them.

And so Wayne left his camp for his looting run.

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An hour later, Wayne made it to the edge of the country home's property.

The survivors have set up makeshift barricades along the windows of the house and the fences of the property since Wayne's last scouting run. Two of the survivors holed up here patrolled around the property, so getting inside and stealing shit was going to be difficult. Meanwhile, a cloud of smoke bellowed from the nearby chapparal to the east behind the house's property from where Wayne was. Probably a plane crash, so that might be where the other two survivors were. Wayne calculated his options, and decided against stealing for now.

To the east between the survivor camp and the crash site was an abandoned home that was looted by the survivors earlier. That's where Wayne was going to hide out and observe the situation a bit more, see if the other two survivors would come back to the camp. Assuming they went to the crash site, that is.

And so Wayne went right over to the abandoned home nearby to scout out a bit more. Better to observe the situation more closely before doing anything drastic, he decided.