"Bet you'll find a couple that are three thousand thread-count, or whatever the fuck that's about." They all made do with what they could scavenge over at the Dog Park, but damn if it wouldn't have been nice to have a little bit of luxury around. Even if it was something as pointless as a high thread count in the greater scheme of things.
He followed Josh into the department store, eyes scanning the knocked-over displays and strewn items with the practiced ease of a raider who'd been doing this for quite some time. "Others must've made off with them right when the zombies hit," he said, regret evident in his voice. Zhenya would have his hide; it was the first time he actually had a chance of not returning with her precious jewelry. So when Josh spotted the sign, Vic followed without questioning it.
And then they heard it, the telltale sound of shuffling and open-mouthed breathing as they started getting closer. "Retreat," he said, voice low as he started to backtrack even after spotting an untouched jewelry case just a couple of feet away. If they were crawlers, they had a chance of getting away without having to use up any of their precious bullets. "Not worth it."