The group kept walking, eventually reaching the shops, the ever present fear of Zombies more obvious than ever.<br/>"Watch my back" he said, putting down his E-Tool and shoveling energy bars, soup tins, can openers, some pens (for his script) and beef jerky into his bag. He then noticed a box of condoms, which he covertly snuck into his pocket. Hey, you never know? He slung the bad over his shoulders and picked the E-Tool back up, before hearing a moan coming from behind a door...<br/>"Guys" he said quietly, "company."