Noah goes scavenging alone

Noah pushed open the rusted doors of the hardware store, the scent of rusted metal and stale air filling his nostrils. The shelves were scattered with tools and gardening supplies, the place mostly untouched by the chaos of the outside world. He walked past aisles lined with hammers, wrenches, and saws, each item a potential tool for fortifying their home. His eyes scanned the shelves, finding a stash of nails, screws, and a sturdy hammer he could use to reinforce the walls of their camp.

Near the back, he found a corner dedicated to gasoline—two full jerry cans were sitting untouched on the floor. He cursed under his breath, thrilled by the find. While they lack a generator, the fuel would be sufficient to power their house for a week if they find one. As he continued, he found a few flashlights with batteries and a pile of heavy-duty tarps. The tarps would be useful for covering windows or creating makeshift shelters. The trip was turning out better than he had hoped. Just as he was about to leave, a growl echoed from outside the door. Noah froze, scanning the streets for any sign of movement. He spotted a road flare on a shelf nearby. He grabbed it, struck it, and tossed it out the door. The zombies outside paused for a moment, distracted by the flare, giving him just enough time to slip out and return home with his precious haul.

[+10 Materials, +2 Fuel]