Tristan got up in desperate need for supplies. He cooked his last breakfast and sat down to think. He had stored supplies at the supermarket down the road just a few months ago for safe keeping in the freezer that manages to keep itself cold during the summer. He also thought about hunting for his food and keeping what he had stored. He thought better of it and went for storage. He had plenty there and they would go bad soon. He could always restock "The Fridge" as he called it.
	
	So he geared up for a trip. Not a big one of course. The market was only a tad over a mile away and he wouldn't be staying long. short stick, for defense, and backpack, for temporary ice and the meat. He grabbed his clothes out of the bushes they were laying on and packed them inside. He grabbed his broom and swept the entry way after he walked inside with his shoes on. Then he headed out. He paced a slow jog at first until he got to the overgrowth on the other side and slowed to a walk. It was a nice sunny day. Grayson's mind kept wandering back to the explosion he heard a day or two ago. It scared him that there were people capable of explosions. but then again maybe they weren't and that was their goodbye. Either way Grayson was on full alert. He crept closer to the supermarket ever so slowly making sure every movement was subtle and non-noticeable. 

	All of a sudden he froze. There was something near the doors to the supermarket. It was a dark clump of something, an unusual clump of~ What was it? An animal? New weird plants? Or- Or could it- A HUMAN? [i][color=fff200]"Dead or Unconscious?"[/color][/i] He asked himself. He sat there and watched the body. It only took a second to see the steady rise and fall of the chest cavity. She was so thin. It must be from dehydration or starvation. [color=fff200][i]"She's still alive. I can save her. I need to save her."[/i][/color] He thought. In an instant he charged out towards the body. He flipped her so he could see her face, She was striking, even in this state. He examined the rest of her to check for wounds. There were scrapes on her face hands knees and elbows but that was probably from her fall out of consciousness. He didn't see anything detrimental. He picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the supermarket. He set her down to open the door. 

	Once they were inside Grayson loaded all the meat, Returned to the girl with some ice and let it melt in his hand and drip towards he mouth. It was only a little, he needed to boil some from the river to get her enough. (He realized he needed water too) He did this several more times until his hands were almost numb. He laid his stick across her body and picked her up. He didn't bother concealing himself this time, he walked anywhere he wouldn't bump the girl with a stick or trip and send the girl flying. Very carefully he made his way home. When they arrived he carried her to his living area. He padded the bed with anything he could find and propped her head up with his spare clothes. He rushed to the river filling his bladder completely, then filled his pan and collected some sticks to build a real fire. (He had been doing this recently sense he got down to two propane tanks.) Once inside he built the fire and put the full pot over it. He waited for it to boil and put his homemade topper on it that would collect the condensation and make little droplets then drip into his cup that he put under the spout. He drank and nursed the girl for the rest of the day. Not deviating from the girls side once. The sun went down a while ago and his eyes started to droop and he laid his head on her thigh. Not long after he was fast asleep. His water would finish purifying overnight. He would give the girl most of it he decided, and give her half my breakfast he concluded and then he fell into a deep sleep.