[center][h1][color=A93226]Fred[/color] & [color=2471A3]Søren[/color][/h1][b]Location:[/b] Mason City, Iowa[/center]
As the two ex-baseball players scavenged through the house like vultures on a carcass they came up pretty empty-handed. They found a few non-perishable food items they could add into their rations, but nothing too luxurious was found. The house was empty and free of walkers as that was one of the plus-sides too. With their next plan of action already decided the two friends exited the house swiftly as they made their way to the camping supply store.

[color=2471A3]"We'll sneak through the back,"[/color] Søren said, moving slyly across the parking lot as he led the way.

Fred followed in tow as he slid from empty car to empty car, hiding behind whatever he could to cover him from the wandering eyes, if there were even any. He knew that it was a lot better being safer than sorry when it came to stealth. Sure, sometimes they could look like idiots, but not dying made them be able to look like idiots instead of being dead. [color=A93226]"I think I see something moving inside,"[/color] Fred muttered.

[color=2471A3]"Probably a few walkers,"[/color] Søren said, knowing to trust his partner in crime's word. [color=2471A3]"Just be extra careful when we get in there then."[/color] The man with the pair of glasses led them to the side of the building and with their backs against the wall they were a little safer. Nothing could really grab them from behind as the wall was solid brick and they just had to keep lookout for their sides and whatever was in front of them, which was a semi-empty parking lot.

As they neared the rear door of the small, camping surplus store Søren signaled for Fred to cover him as he began fidgeting with the door handle. [color=2471A3]"Remember, once it's open you go in and I'll cover you."[/color]

Fred nodded and watched as his best friend did his best at charming the door handle to move. It took a few moments before Fred heard something click and a smile appear on Søren's face.

[color=2471A3]"Ready or not,"[/color] Søren said, [color=2471A3]"let's go."[/color]

[color=A93226]"Can't be as bad as the house, we got nothing there."[/color] Fred sighed, tightening the grip to his wooden baseball bat as he slide into the backroom of the store.