Conell had been walking for quite a while now and apart from the few walkers he had come across there wasn't all that much to see. He had definitely grown tired of this part of the county. It was time to move on once again, and for that he would need a vehicle. First though he had one more place to have a quick look through. It was a small convenience store, but who knew. Maybe it hadn't been thoroughly looted yet, or maybe whoever owned the place before the goodness hit the fan liked to keep a revolver behind the counter. Conell certainly wouldn't mind finding a little side-arm. That was enough premeditation for him, it was time to loot that shit.
Walking in through the unlocked front door he started working his way down the two rows that the shop had. It had been pretty thoroughly cleaned out already unfortunately with most every shelf standing empty. Conell's eyes lit up when he saw a few jars of baby food still on one of the shelves however. Those things were invaluable in a situation such as the one America seemed to be in. They held all sorts of nutrients and shit. Didn't taste half bad either. With the actual store scavenging done Conell headed behind the till and into the back room. Hopefully there was something half decent hidden back there. He didn't get a chance to look however because as soon as he walked in some asshole was swinging a golf club at his head like he was Tiger fucking Woods or something. It was violence time. He wouldn't be able to draw his weapon up before the man took another swing so he would just have to put him down as quickly and as brutally as possible. Conell reacted with lightning speed, ducking under the club and throwing a powerful punch at the right side of the man’s ribs before coming back up and wrapping his hands around the left side of the man’s head, using his body weight and pulling it as fast and as hard as he could towards the door frame and cracking the blokes head on it. With that the man fell but Conell wasn't done. He could still be dangerous. As he fell onto his back Conell followed up, raising his foot up and bringing it down on the man's face once, twice, three, four times. His face was battered and covered in blood. His nose was definitely broken and his jaw may have been too. As long as his skull wasn't cracked by the door frame he should probably end up surviving though.
He was making this really horrible, hard to breathe, in extreme pain noise as well. It was kind of like the sound some walkers made but more intense. Conell had heard it before though, once or twice. It was the sound some men who had been really badly beaten and were having trouble breathing made.
“Yo, prick, in your nose and out your mouth.”
“Uuuuunnnttth.” The dude wasn't getting it.
“Breathe in your nose and out your mouth!” Conell yelled. He was starting to lose it a little, but then the man started doing what he said and quieted down, getting whatever fucking state he was in under control.
“Good lad.” With that Conell started looking around, there wasn't much to take. Or rather there wasn't anything to take. Whoever had owned the store probably took all the shit that meant anything when they left. With that done Conell started searching the floored man, his blade in his hand.
“Move and I'll finish the job.”
He didn't have anything on him really, a small Glock made handgun. A Glock 19 maybe. Conell checked the chamber and magazine. Four rounds. He then tucked it into the back of his jeans. The man looked to be around thirty. He had what seemed like black hair and a goatee, though the colour was hard to tell in the dim light.
“Right. I'm going to leave now. I'm taking your handgun but I'm gonna leave you this one jar of baby food here. Eat it when you're feeling up to it. Now, I'm sparing you because you didn't try and shoot me, but if you come after me I will kill you, do you understand? Good.” Conell smiled, getting to his feet and walking to the door.
“In the future mate, try and use brains before bullets, so to speak. Trust me, this lone wolf shit ain't that fun.”
About an hour of walking later Conell found himself coming up on a gas station. He needed a reliable vehicle to travel in and this would be the place to find one, or so he thought. As he got closer though he spotted people and went into a crouch. He really needed a car, he didn't want to walk and scavenge for who knows how long. He needed to move fast and quick. He couldn't risk taking down three people though. There could be even more that he couldn't see. The only thing to do was to approach. He tried to make himself look friendly, but with even more blood now staining his white t-shirt and carrying three weapons it was a feat a little hard to pull off. Still he tried. There were two men and a little girl. Maybe they were fairies? The men he meant. Whatever they were the girl was a good sign. He doubted they would outright execute him him in front of her, but there was always that chance. He hoped this wasn't a mistake.
“Yo!” He yelled. “You lads friendly?”