Ryder Olson does not want to be zombie chow (![]() ![]() @ 2014-05-01 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | bea, ryder |
WHO: Ryder Olson and Bea Albrecht
WHERE: Grocery Store, near the resort
WHEN: May 1, early afternoon
WHAT: The least serious zombiehunter ever wants real food.
If you could ignore the part where one of them was constantly on dock-duty, making sure none of the living dead critters made their way past the makeshift blockade keeping them from getting access to the beach huts, it wasn't the worst vacation he'd ever been on. It was pretty hard to completely ignore the presence of zombies, though. Try as he might once the group was safely tucked away in their shelters, the constant noise they produced offered no real disconnect from their new reality. The lack of anything but junk food and wifi did little to help that. Wifi there was nothing he could do about, but there was bound to still be something worthwhile to eat stashed in one of the shops down by the resort. So, a field trip was necessary, and he wasn't the only one who wanted to head over and find some loot. Since Ryder's strength laid in speed over weapon wielding, he packed lightly. A canteen of water, flashlight, and improvised weapon were all he carried with him, leaving his pack empty for any goods he happened to loot. And off they went. Luckily the only zombie encounter on the way over was with one of the slow ones, easy enough to dash away from. It was the runners that were bad news. Once they hit the shops, the little group mostly split up. Maybe not the safest choice, but they each wanted to look somewhere different and they all wanted to be done with this trip as fast as possible. Ryder went straight for the grocery store. If he wanted food, well, it seemed like the smartest first stop. The store was tiny, not even as big as some of the gas stations back home. The locals didn't have much use for it, he supposed, but it seemed a shame it was so tiny now that it was one of the only places they could loot food from. Glancing around, he suspected there wouldn't be much left to found. The shelves weren't empty, but they were certainly picked over already. It had been wishful thinking to imagine anything else. All the same, he kept looking. There were some granola bars, obviously missed by previous looters, better than nothing. Moving further into the dark room, feeling relatively safe in the quiet stillness of it, Ryder clicked his flashlight on and swept it across the next shelf. Engrossed in his quest, he didn't immediately notice someone else enter the store front. After all, he was straining his ears for that telltale zombie noise, not a living human. |