A loud crash echoed through the mall as Derik slammed the sledgehammer into the gate blocking the doorway to the sporting goods store, tearing away a massive chunk of it and sending the loose metal clattering across the floor. He gave the broad head of the hammer an impressed look and hoisted it again, swinging heavily and knocking down the rest of the gate. Another swing noisily busted the lock in the glass door with a satisfying crunch of shattering safety glass, allowing him to freely saunter in. He was looking for guns and camping supplies, and this would be the best place to start looking for 'em.<br/><br/>He glanced down at his list of needed supplies and started making his way around the store. A good rifle or shotgun, a pistol as well if he could find one. Ammo and plenty of it. MRE's, sturdy shoes... It was a lengthy list. He'd already broken into a nearby pharmacy and gathered medical supplies. After this, he'd swing by the food court and make himself a feast, then sleep it off on one of the beds upstairs in the furniture department. Breakfast in the morning, then he'd head out. Steal some gas from a gas station, then make his way one of the largest cities in this country; New York City. There had to be more survivors out there, and big cities would be the best place to look by his reckoning. Better chance for survivors with more numbers, and other survivors would seek the place out for more or less the same reasons as him.