“Damn it, Daniel move!”
There was no reply, only screaming that ripped through the walls of the convenience store as John Starling closed his eyes as gunshots began to echo throughout the establishment. It was a terrible feeling, but there was damn well nothing that could be done as the twenty-seven year old former sales clerk opened the next cabinet before him as he looked over things in the back storeroom while his companions dealt with what they had to deal with in the other part of the store.
“Thank god.” John Starling muttered under his breath as his eyes caught not one, but two bottles of painkiller medicine and extra strength variety as well. If this had been a year ago, he probably would’ve complained about the fact it was ‘off brand’ but in the apocalypse you needed to be less choosey. Not to mention they were low on medicine in general.
“What the hell, Jake?”
A female voice shouted that John recognized as one of the other companions—out of the group left there was himself, Lucy Warner, Daniel Jones, and Jake Shepard or at least when they entered this building there was, it was a shame that they would leave one member less. John was in the back away from eyesight of what had happened outside of the fact Daniel had gotten himself taken down by the infected. Which was weird since they were a small, careful group—did they forget to check the store (and truck-stop) properly? Well, at least it wasn’t his fault.
Taking a deep breath he tried to tune out the rest of the screams and continued to loot was left in the given room which admittedly wasn’t too much—other survivors had likely plundered this place some time ago; that much was obvious when Daniel came across a dropped journal a few minutes ago. John hadn’t really put the time to read it over much but it could’ve had information integral for scouting or whatever so he had thrown it in his backpack.
“Looks about it.” He muttered to himself as he zipped up his pack and slung it over his back and decided to return to the rest of the group—the building itself was a nicely sized pit stop off the beaten path so there could’ve been a bit more to find if they were lucky.
He however wasn’t looking forward to the incident brewing between two remaining members of his group; they had already taken a hit when they lost their last member, but to lose Daniel too? A person who was a medical school student before the shit hit the fan was useful and to think they didn’t have anybody who knew about medicine was depressing.
As he opened the door, “Okay Lucy, that’s enough.”
There was no reply, only screaming that ripped through the walls of the convenience store as John Starling closed his eyes as gunshots began to echo throughout the establishment. It was a terrible feeling, but there was damn well nothing that could be done as the twenty-seven year old former sales clerk opened the next cabinet before him as he looked over things in the back storeroom while his companions dealt with what they had to deal with in the other part of the store.
“Thank god.” John Starling muttered under his breath as his eyes caught not one, but two bottles of painkiller medicine and extra strength variety as well. If this had been a year ago, he probably would’ve complained about the fact it was ‘off brand’ but in the apocalypse you needed to be less choosey. Not to mention they were low on medicine in general.
“What the hell, Jake?”
A female voice shouted that John recognized as one of the other companions—out of the group left there was himself, Lucy Warner, Daniel Jones, and Jake Shepard or at least when they entered this building there was, it was a shame that they would leave one member less. John was in the back away from eyesight of what had happened outside of the fact Daniel had gotten himself taken down by the infected. Which was weird since they were a small, careful group—did they forget to check the store (and truck-stop) properly? Well, at least it wasn’t his fault.
Taking a deep breath he tried to tune out the rest of the screams and continued to loot was left in the given room which admittedly wasn’t too much—other survivors had likely plundered this place some time ago; that much was obvious when Daniel came across a dropped journal a few minutes ago. John hadn’t really put the time to read it over much but it could’ve had information integral for scouting or whatever so he had thrown it in his backpack.
“Looks about it.” He muttered to himself as he zipped up his pack and slung it over his back and decided to return to the rest of the group—the building itself was a nicely sized pit stop off the beaten path so there could’ve been a bit more to find if they were lucky.
He however wasn’t looking forward to the incident brewing between two remaining members of his group; they had already taken a hit when they lost their last member, but to lose Daniel too? A person who was a medical school student before the shit hit the fan was useful and to think they didn’t have anybody who knew about medicine was depressing.
As he opened the door, “Okay Lucy, that’s enough.”