[center][h1][color=A93226]Fred[/color] & [color=2471A3]Søren[/color][/h1][b]Location:[/b] Mason City, Iowa[/center]
Slowly making their way in, Fred led with his bat in front of him, extending it out in case there were any walkers. Every corner was a dangerous one as you couldn't usually see at the other side if there was a walker there or not. The pair inched their way through the backroom as Søren had the rear with a bat of his own, tightening the grip to his as they slowly inched towards the front of the store.

[color=A93226]"Doesn't look like there's any walkers, Sør."[/color] Fred sighed as they made their way through the backroom. The doorway into the front of the store was broken so there wasn't any real cover as the two friends made their way into the main lobby. They were in the tents section which had a few empty boxes but most of the things were still inside, being safe, secured, and untouched, which was a miracle in itself.

[color=2471A3]"Everything is still here,"[/color] Søren said, shocked and surprised. He eased up on his bat as he lifted it to his shoulder, wandering around the tent section, browsing for anything that seemed portable and worthy enough for the two men. [color=2471A3]"We should check out if there are any flashlights or lamps."[/color]

[color=A93226]"What about sleeping bags?"[/color] The red haired athlete muttered. [color=A93226]"The little luxaries, right?"[/color]

[color=2471A3]"We need new lamps and lanterns* at night more than sleeping bags,"[/color] Søren sighed. He knew that the morale boost the sleeping bags would bring would help Fred a lot along the way too, but they were also little luxuries for himself too. [color=2471A3]"But if you can find sleeping bags that are easy to lug around then that's fine too. We also need more oil or some flint."[/color]

Fred nodded and made his way towards the front of the store where he suspected the sleeping bags to be when he felt a tingle in the back of his neck hairs. Dropping his bat he made for his gun and backed himself up to the nearest hard covering he could find, shouting out to Søren, [color=A93226]"Cover!"[/color]

Like a reflex Søren ducked behind the aisle he was in, reaching for his small pistol, readying it as he made his way slowly to the front of the shelf. He wanted to ask his friend what was going on, but he knew better. Be it walker or human, their best options right now were to be quiet and asses the situation they were in. If it was a walker it would have to a violent assessment, if it was a human it could go either way, that just depended on the other party.

Breathing heavily, Fred sat up with his back behind one of the displays, hoping that it was just a plain, old shiver and not one of those sixth senses that he had developed due to the outbreak.