The place had been ground zero for one of the first outbreaks of real fighting. Shay had been there for it, and she was still there now.
Partly she'd stayed because it made sense to stay somewhere where there were supplies, but partly she'd stayed because the world was going completely Rusty, and she could only imagine that this was how things had been right after the Crash. Which terrified her on a level that she didn't want to admit, even to herself.
She'd been there for the past three days, ever since the initial skirmish and the aftermath. A few people had been and gone, all of them possessed from what she could tell and so she'd left them alone, going unnoticed by keeping still and silent atop shelves or in a corner of the back room. This one was different though, for one thing he was alone, and for another she recognized him, she could only hope that they hadn't gotten him too.
She emerged, near-silent, from the back room, edging up behind him, "Turn around." Worst case, he was possessed and she'd have to make a break for it, or fight him, best case, he wasn't and had some idea of what was going on.