[b][h3]March 15, 2018 - Framingham, Massachusetts - Walmart[/h3][/b]

The first thing Grant always did when they entered a new place was sniff the air and that's exactly what he did here before he made sure the door was securely latched behind them. It was something he had gotten into the habit of doing since they had one of the dead followed them into a gas station just outside of Boston. It was a tough lesson, one that he didn't want to repeat. There was no lock on the door but at least they would have to figure out how to open the door if they wanted to follow them in this time. Satisfied he turned and approached Bri who was scanning the area as usual. [color=0076a3]"It's ok, I think we're clear. I didn't smell any stinkers when we came in."[/color] He looked around to get a good sense of where they were in the store and began to think about how to most efficiently go through and get supplies they needed. The benefit to Walmart is in the mid-2000s they started this green initiative where they put skylights all across their roofs, which with the light color walls and floors pretty well lit the entire store. All they needed to do was wait until sunrise if they wanted to take advantage of that.

[color=0076a3]"We can stay for a few hours and get some rest if you're worried about the dark. I can find us a good place to rest."[/color] She was nervous in the dark and he knew it, but this place did look relatively untouched, which he found to be suspicious but he didn't want to alarm her any more than she already was. [color=0076a3]"Or we can grab a cart, fill it up with some water, supplies, stuff from your list, stuff from my list, and then I can try to get one of those cars outside started."[/color] He watched her still scanning the room nervously as he was talking and it made him feel so sad. The Bri he knew before was so different, she was so laid-back and happy.

There was no sense in telling her to relax, not anymore, escaping Boston had taken a toll on her that he wasn't sure she would ever bounce back from but he was still hopeful. It's all that kept him so optimistic, the thought that she might be able to shake this paranoia and not be so on edge all the time. He tried his best to make her feel safe but it never helped. Pulled his hatchet from its sheath and started to walk forward into the dark store, unfortunately they were in cosmetics and he didn't know a damn thing they could do with make up but at least that was close to the pharmacy and those supplies were always scarce, maybe, just maybe they could get lucky this time.

[color=0076a3]"So, are we camping or making a quick run and heading out?[/color] He spoke quietly as he looked around the corner of the aisle into main walkway. Nothing he could see, but it [i]was[/i] dark and he didn't want to alert something by shining his light too far. Just because he was pretty sure there weren't any risen here didn't mean they were completely in the clear.