It wasn't long before Jorel's supplies had run out and he was forced to go on several scavenging runs. Luckily for him, he knew his way around the kitchen, and nearby restaurants were the best place to find food, which he scavenged before they spoiled. He knew however, that the supplies would run out yet again, thus he decided he'd pack in all his supplies, ready some MREs, and potentially find another survivor - or survivors - which he could join up with and become a part of. However, kind and naive as he was, he was also logical, and that meant he needed to take precautions. This sense of security is what allowed him the capability of navigating through the backstreets of Portland, through which he made his way to the local mall, his revolver in hand.

Jorel, a worker in hospitality, knew the ins and outs of these places. Immediately he found his way through the worker's only zones, navigating to the still-unlocked double doors that permitted staff to enter their respective businesses. He made his way through one such pair of doors, leading to the classic fast food chain. [i]Ah, Maccas.[/i] Once in the side areas of the food court, he knew it was impossible to enter the staff door; but it wasn't impossible to simply hop over it. He carefully ducked his way over to the front counter, scanning the entire food court for signs of walkers or perhaps survivors.