Provisions

He had already lingered to long, searching the place. He should have just passed by. He sure as hell wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get supplies before pressing on.

Ejecting a clip from his rifle, he inserted another one, taking note, that he now only had the one clip. This diversion hadn't been completely useless. He had learned two things. Don't generalize zombie behavior, apparently some could decide to take a shower. Better to see the threat everywhere, then caught unaware.

Two, hordes were easy to mow down in a tight defensible space. His **** rifle, while the more powerful of his two weapons, might be needed again to take down hordes, he might be careful using it, on stray dead.

Slipping the M16's strap over over his head, he let the gun rest against his back, before moving out into the apartment Picking his way over the dead, he quickly moved to the bedroom to give it a once over.

His pistol was down to fourteen bullets. One clean shot, wasn't gonna slow him down, and he wasn't going to bother loading another in it. Two extra clips with him, would make it ideal for the long haul.

Who ever the beautiful woman was, she must have been a student. She had a backpack with text books lying on her bed. Thanking his lucky stars it was black, he emptied it out, and took it to the kitchen. Can goods, and a couple of spoons were on the menu.

Girl had a lot of fast microwavable crap. Student on the run. But she also had several variety of soup, perfect for what he needed. Throwing cans of chili, soup, and a few vegetables, along with the spoons in the bag, he tried to think if he needed anything else.

Water. Water was abundant, every tap has water. But who knows if it will stay pure. Or when he can get his hands on more. Filling her sports bottle with the tap, he put it in the net holder that was attached to the pack. Grabbing some bottles of water from the local store from the fridge, he topped off his new kit.

It looked like that was all he was gonna get from this place. He could think of other useful stuff, but she didn't seem to have any of it. To bad. Zipping the pack up, he stopped when he heard a noise.

Leaving the backpack sitting on the counter, he put his hand on his pistol, stared at the doorway that was still open, and listened hard. There it was again. Like a grunt or something.