Forget the clothes for the moment, and go look for food

I look down at myself, sighing wistfully as I look at the tattered, filthy clothes hanging from my thin frame, watching my toes wiggle through the gaping holes in my disintegrating sneakers. How I miss the little things, like socks and underwear, both of which wore out weeks ago. While clean, intact clothes would have helped my morale quite a bit, I'll make do with the rips, tears and drafts a bit longer. It's a small price to pay to remain alive and human.

My stomach rumbles again, reminding me that if I don't find food and water soon, clothing will be the least of my concerns. I turn towards the convenience store, noting the sun hanging high in the sky. It's all of about thirty minutes from here to the nearest convenience store I know of. If I hurry, there's a chance I might be able to come back by the clothing store before nightfall, though it'll be dangerously close to dark. There's also the increased risk of attracting zombie attention.