Get Ritter and load the supplies

Ritter is shocked to see you when you open the iron door.

"I thought he killed you," Ritter said. "I heard a gunshot-"

"He's dead," you reply.

"Damn," Ritter raises his eyebrows. "I didn't think you had it in you, girl."

"Fuck you," you spit back as you lead him into the store. "He killed himself after we...I mean..."

"After you fucked him?" Ritter chuckles. "No harm done. I guess he just wanted a last meal."

You want to shoot Ritter in the back as he begins to lift boxes of MREs, but you realize it isn't his fault. It's who he is. An irredeemable scumbag.

Together you load the van with food and weapons, military uniforms, gas masks, and even signal flares and old field radios. Everything you can fit. The sky is darkening overhead as you close the doors. It's too early to be getting dark, but a heavy and ominous storm front is approaching.

"We still need the ****," Ritter says. "Infant formula and that shit."

The grocery store isn't far according to Ritter, but you'll never beat the storm back to the mall if you make another stop.