Who: Vincent & Nina What: A random encounter When: Sunday early evening Where: A Sporting Goods Store
...and the earth becomes my throne I adapt to the unknown
His leg itched something fierce. Every thought of reaching down and scratching the area was quickly stopped by remembering exactly what was there and helping the wound itself heal. Breaking them opening would result in him once again visiting the medical center and explaining what had happened. He has already lied to the doctor that had helped him, there was not a need to throw another upon the pile toward the overworked woman.
He should have stayed to help. No. He would have been nothing but a burden and not the kind of priest so many of the patients needed who were of religion. That life was behind him.
Or so he thought.
Doing his best to stay out of the hot zones of the infectious gases, as well as the dead that still went on ticking and looking around for the next best snack, he thought it would be best to restock on several supplies he had to sadly part with after getting himself tangled up with a few kids who thought they could steal from one who was older than they were. Must have been no older than seventeen- perhaps eighteen at the least. Vincent had to shake his head of the thought. They deserved what was coming to them, thinking it was in their right mind to steal from their elders. But, thinking he would find what he was in desperate need of at a supply store that once sold weapons of all kind, ammo, and even the hunting gear to pass as such, was actually a bit silly of him to even try. Just one look into the store he came across told him he would find nothing of use. They were most likely the first to be hit with frantic individuals, whether they knew how to wield such a weapon or not.
So he continued on and wound up at a very useful sporting goods store.
This should have been the first stop ever when deciding on what he needed to do to keep himself alive and finding some kind of salvation. If, that was still truly out there for him or not. Most of the things he had to set his traps were from things he had stolen from other survivors, and they did well enough in a pinch, but he needed things stronger, tougher- and a store like the one he had come across seemed to have all the equipment he needed to keep himself alive.
Vincent had a quick glance about the store, seeing not much has been really taken, besides clothing and a few blunt objects here and there. What he was mostly aiming for was near the back and hanging off of the walls. The strongest rope out there to hold a good number of people upon the highest cliffs known to man. The bungie chords were there, at the very least a good enough amount for him to grab and shove some into his bag. He kept some out, along with grabbing a few netting material, hooks, and finding the perfect spring to set the trap off, before getting to work and putting one together right within the store. This was the best place as any to stay for the night and hopefully get some kind of sleep. Even when he found himself a bathroom with a working faucet. It would do in a pinch when he needed to wash off the dried blood he still had caked to his neck and chest, the shirt feeling like rough sandpaper than the actual soft material it used to feel like it. With it all set, prepared how he wanted it with the rope tight and ready to catch anything if they dared to trespass for the evening, he relaxed his guard and stripped off the shirt he tossed aside like it was nothing, and went about cleaning himself off the best he could with the offered paper towels and running water.