It had been pretty obvious that Ward had needed to get out. He'd been 'sleepwalking' for weeks. Or, rather, walking around when everyone else was sleeping being pissed off that he wasn't sleeping. He'd stumbled across Liz on one of these occasions, and it'd filled some silence. But he hadn't come across anyone since. He knew it was risky. Walking around while everyone else was sleeping usually warranted suspicion. And that girl had just been murdered. Still, Ward didn't care. He was sort of the reckless type. It wasn't any secret that he really enjoyed going on supply raids. In fact, it helped him relieve a lot of stress when he was starting to feel trapped in freedom. So when Sid asked him if he wanted to go out, he didn't hesitate to say yes. Plus, he liked knowing Sid was safe, immune or not. And who better to have someone's back than their brother?
It had felt so good to get out. Once they were away from the doors of the medical center, Ward felt a rush of blood that he hadn't felt since his brother had rescued him from the prison. His ears rang with adrenaline and his eyes darted back and forth across the horizon looking for possible danger. He would have run right past The Slaughtered Lamb-- it was foolish to look for supplies in a place where the food was perishable-- but Sid had wanted to go in. The place was dirty. Stuff was everywhere. Ward was wandering around the front, poking through this and that but mainly keeping a look out when he heard his brother call to him. He did a quick sweep through the windows to check that the coast was clear and then dipped into the back.
"Of course I know how to pick locks. I was in prison with some of the best lock pickers. You know I carry tools with me." He shrugged his backpack off his shoulders. "Watch the door," he said as he dug around in his bag for a moment before producing a small leather case.