Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 15:14:43 GMT -5
Chris pulled the door open to the small shop. It was in the middle off the woods, a hunting shop/gas station. The last stop for anyone wanting to head out there. It sat upon a a stretch of road, deserted and left untouched. There was a only two sets of pumps, signs taped on that said out of gas.
"Good thing we're not looking for fuel. Seems their tanks ran dry," he said with a quick laugh as he walked in to gas station. The bell above the door wrang and he continued through. Corey and Jemma followed behind him, the bell ringing as each one walked in. Slowly he looked around the make shift gas station.
"If you need cammo print anything this seems like the place," Chris said picking up a mug splatter in all woodlands camp, the words 'I hunt to get away from my wife' on the outside. He set it back down and continued to look around.
He stopped when he came down the bed aisle. "Found some sweaters here. We should bring them back for winter. May come in handy down the road. We need to keep a look out for food and water first though, that's priority on this trip. Food and water."
He shifted through the aisles. Most of it was cleared, shelves bare, and only odds and ends remaing. "The sign out front said hunting supplies. Corey, where would they keep the ammo and guns? The display cases had some, but that can't be all of it."
He waited for the young man to answer before giving a nod and moving along. Slowly he came upon The till. The register had been pried open, whatever was inside stolen. To think someone was going after bills and coins made him smile. Money didn't matter any more. Medicine, bullets, and who had the bigger gun did. You traded supplies of fuel. Things you could consume. Money served no value, and most likely never would.
"Think there's a storage room? Or something outside? This place seems like a bust, maybe we should just head back. We can rest up, take a van, head farther out. Hit one of the cities or towns, coming back with more loot then a couple of sweaters. What do you think?"
Chris looked at the pair with him. "It's getting dark anyway. Either we set up camp for the night or head back." He was starting to doubt leaving for this run. Walking through the woods. The had only a map and compass to get them back. He didn't trust it. This had been the eight run in the row where they turned up nothing. And with winter approaching the would need to find some more food fast. The crops they had could only last them so long. Medicine and bandages would run out. If they could hunt, couldn't gather, then they needed to grow and scavenge. They were getting desperate.
"Good thing we're not looking for fuel. Seems their tanks ran dry," he said with a quick laugh as he walked in to gas station. The bell above the door wrang and he continued through. Corey and Jemma followed behind him, the bell ringing as each one walked in. Slowly he looked around the make shift gas station.
"If you need cammo print anything this seems like the place," Chris said picking up a mug splatter in all woodlands camp, the words 'I hunt to get away from my wife' on the outside. He set it back down and continued to look around.
He stopped when he came down the bed aisle. "Found some sweaters here. We should bring them back for winter. May come in handy down the road. We need to keep a look out for food and water first though, that's priority on this trip. Food and water."
He shifted through the aisles. Most of it was cleared, shelves bare, and only odds and ends remaing. "The sign out front said hunting supplies. Corey, where would they keep the ammo and guns? The display cases had some, but that can't be all of it."
He waited for the young man to answer before giving a nod and moving along. Slowly he came upon The till. The register had been pried open, whatever was inside stolen. To think someone was going after bills and coins made him smile. Money didn't matter any more. Medicine, bullets, and who had the bigger gun did. You traded supplies of fuel. Things you could consume. Money served no value, and most likely never would.
"Think there's a storage room? Or something outside? This place seems like a bust, maybe we should just head back. We can rest up, take a van, head farther out. Hit one of the cities or towns, coming back with more loot then a couple of sweaters. What do you think?"
Chris looked at the pair with him. "It's getting dark anyway. Either we set up camp for the night or head back." He was starting to doubt leaving for this run. Walking through the woods. The had only a map and compass to get them back. He didn't trust it. This had been the eight run in the row where they turned up nothing. And with winter approaching the would need to find some more food fast. The crops they had could only last them so long. Medicine and bandages would run out. If they could hunt, couldn't gather, then they needed to grow and scavenge. They were getting desperate.