Dead in the Water

Shayna and Billie-Faye enter the store, and are immediately struck by the stench of dead meat!

How long had that group of walkers been cooped up in here?…

Waiting a moment for any that might not have joined the frenzy outside to approach, they creep further inside! The dark truly closes in around them now, save for the all-too-narrow beam of light they had with them. They watch dust (and worse) flitter about in the beam!

Dungk…

The sound of something rattling against thin wood down the far end of the hallway!

Dungk… Dungk…

The sound comes again, sounding all the more like thrashing the second time around. Shayna turns the beam of the light to shine down the passage, and spots a door at the end.

Dungk…

Once more, and then the sound of something scraping against wood on the other side!

Richard remains out front with the others; squinting into the gloom and hoping not to see anything shuffling towards him in the night! The moment’s pass slowly, as he waits for the all clear from Billie Faye and Shayna.

Snap!…

Emma and Martin both perk up at the distinctive sound of snapping twigs somewhere just out of view!

"Richard!" Emma whisper-calls urgently to the only man with the gun! She steps back another step, creeping closer towards the building and away from the barricade of cars she had been standing inside!

Shayna and Billie-Faye creep about the supply store. The duo move slow and steady, so as not to raise the ire of whatever it was they had left between themselves and the rest of the group.

This long after the world went to shit, and the supply store is in a sorry state. Shayna’s light illuminates where the survivors must have slept; their stinking and rotten bedrolls lining the floor of a cleared out room. One of the bedrolls was clearly the scene of a feast, as the woman’s flashlight lights up a long dead and devoured corpse. Someone had provided a meal for the rest once they had turned…

Another room is clearly where this group had tried to stockpile their gear and supplies. Old cans, many of them open and stinking, are scattered about. A last supper before disaster struck. A gas can sits by the doorway, waiting to be swished and checked for fuel.

The place had seen better days. More fruitful days… And yet, with so many walkers inside, you’re sure that no one has been here since this place went down. If this group had stuff, then it must still be here!

Shayna carefully steps about the rest of the building, inspecting each room for things that might prove useful for her own group.

She comes to a door, not unsimilar go the one that Billie-Faye was guarding! Pressing an ear, she can’t hear anything locked inside of this one. Turning the handle, it springs open with some alarming force. A job that should have been taken care by a fella that was all too busy running the shop in the time before…

This was where the now-dead had clearly put their real treasures! Shayna’s light illuminates the small shelf space, and the bounty inside!

Shayna finds:

• A red hunting hat, with one of those very, very long peaks.
• Bucket with unsorted batteries.
• Sleeping Bags.
• Clean Towels.
• Warm Clothes.
• Revolver and ammo.
• Basic Medical Gear. (First Aid Kid)
• Equipment for Amateur Radio Station.