So far so good!

Garrett does a quick search of the somewhat small bakery, not finding a single living...or dead thing. He sets his backpack down and makes his way back outside, walking towards Hannah. He once again struggles to pick up the tiny red head but after many minutes he finally has Hannah into the bakery. He places her down in one of the chairs, making sure she's leaning toward a table, not to fall over. Garrett runs over to the front window and draws down the blinds. He quickly grabs another table and pushes it in front of the main door, creating a somewhat, not very sturdy, barricade. "Damn..." Garrett smirks to himself "I'm a genius at this survival shit."

After the front of the store was safe enough, Garrett walks through the rest of the store, maybe only 5 or 6 tables in the whole bakery, which has either 2 to 4 chairs per table. There is a emptied buffet set up front, most likely where all the fresh goods would be placed so the hungry people of the world could pick out their favorites. There are two doors behind the counter, one, looks to be a small office, it looks in-tact, has a small cot in the back corner and a fairly nice desk chair. The desk itself had nothing of importance on it, some old dusty papers, some pens & pencils, paperclips, the random supplies you may find in any old desk. The other room, a place that must have kept all the dough and ingredients as well as the oven, a sink, dishwasher..basically...a kitchen. At the back of the kitchen, was another door, which connected to a small hallway which leaves to a door to the small office as well as a door to the back alley.

Garrett checked the door to the back alley, completely locked. He knew he'd stay in either the kitchen or the office for the night and if push came to shove, he could always sneak out the back. Which...the more he thought about it...could be bad, since he was too nervous to check to see if there were any zeds stuck back there.

The water in the kitchen didn't work, but Garrett noticed there were plenty of bottles of water scattered through out the kitchen. "I bet some of the higher graded pastry's require..." Garrett pauses for a few seconds before proceeding in a mocking tone "only the best of the best pristine filtered water!" as he sticks his hand up in the air. Garrett can't help but chuckle to himself only causing him a little discomfort from his ribs. "Ouch..." he mutters.

He grabs Hannah and slowly shuffles her to the back office, resting her body onto the cot. "I guess I could just throw her on the floor..." Garrett ponders "I mean...she is ****, not like the hard tile floor would matter..." He chuckles again "Shit...stupid stupid." as his hand comes up, applying some pressure to his ribs.

Garrett has taken some of the bottled water and some hand towels he found in the kitchen to clean Hannah up. There was still blood dripping from her forehead, dripping down her face, staining onto her shirt. He cleaned her face up, wrapping a towel around her forehead to apply pressure to hopefully help clot the bleeding. Garrett looked down to her chest, slowly raising and falling between her shallow breaths.

"I'm sorry..." Garrett feels somewhat ashamed "But...I need to make sure you're not bleeding or have any broken ribs..."

I suppose, even talking to an **** body made Garrett feel a little better about himself as he moved his hands to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull up, slowly taking it off her body.

Hannah was now, laying on her back, in her dark blue jeans, with a black sports bra on. Garrett couldn't help but stare. He felt awkward. He felt ashamed. "But...she was gorgeous." Garrett tells himself "AND...I basically just saved her life!" Her body looked great, a little bruised around her torso where the seat belt was, most likely the same type of pain Garrett was feeling. But, no open wounds, no bones sticking through.

Garrett leaned back in the office chair, his eyes still looking over Hannah's body but basically glued to the rising and falling of her breasts. His tongue parts his lips as he licks them wet. He feels a slight twitch in his pants. "God dammit Garrett, get a hold of yourself!" he hits the palm of his hand to his forehead "Shit, fucking headache! God dammit!"

He walks into the kitchen and finds some bigger towels and brings them back to Hannah, trying his best to make a blanket for her.

"Whelp..." Garrett pondered "I'm so damn tired..." his head nods off a bit "But I should probably do my best to stay awake..."