â€œCome on. I can't lock this till you're through.â€<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s head snapped up at the manâ€™s voice, her violet eyes searching. He was heading up another set of stairs. His shape was shadowy, no longer in the pool of light created by the Maglite. Rainie and Adrian shared a glance, their eyes clashing once. Just how big was this bookshop?<br/><br/>Rainie dashed over to the body again and shoved the bounty into her pockets, hastily sticking the radio in the breast pocket of her uniform while Adrian grabbed Rainieâ€™s flashlight and turned it off. Together they headed towards the stairs after the other survivor, their heavy boots clattering loudly.<br/><br/>Rainie remembered back when her life contained more mundane factors, submitting this form, gathering this data, rifling around the storeroom. Even booking a drug lord or investigating a murder was more mundane than running from zombies.<br/><br/>At some point, towels were thrown at them. Adrian caught his at armâ€™s length, while Rainieâ€™s ended up falling to the floor. Sheâ€™d kind of skittered away, expecting some kind of attack... Oops. She scooped it up before it got too dirty. She glanced up, finding the man had another draped over his bare shoulder. Grateful, Rainie dabbed her face dry of rainwater. Adrian just grunted and wrapped it around his fist.<br/><br/>Adrian stayed close behind Rainie, keeping one eye on the guy and one eye on his surroundings. They passed a bathroom, empty and useless save for what appeared to be tanks of gas. Rainieâ€™s eyes also strayed there, he noticed. Adrianâ€™s brief glance inside revealed...a pile of black boxes. Unidentifiable in the dim light and his quick glance.<br/><br/>There was a kitchen, jugs of water in the corner, pots and silverware, a food processor on the counter, and another one of those black boxes.<br/><br/>A living room. A coffee table, a couch, a handful of tables. More black boxes. An uncovered window. Rainie eyed the mirror curiously. She had noticed the mirror was missing from the bathroom. It was set atop one of the tables, probably an entertainment center, considering the TV and stereo still set there. Another black box sat in front of the mirror.<br/><br/>Rainie watched at the man approached the mirror, slinging his bag off his shoulders and removing something from it. He then touched the black box in front of the mirror, and suddenly the room was full of light.<br/><br/>The redhead blinked in astonishment. She attempted to inspect the device from a distance, taking a step towards it. A small LED light, hooked up to...a car battery.<br/><br/>The man spread his arms wide, gesturing grandly to the room. â€œWelcome to the lap of luxury: my humble abode.â€<br/><br/>Rainie smiled. Humble indeed. She eyed the car battery, realizing the place was full of them. Every car within a mile of this place was likely stripped of its battery. She was impressed; those things were heavy. But most of all, she was baffled by the fact that she hadnâ€™t thought of it herself!<br/><br/>â€œSmart.â€ Adrian commented, startling Rainie. She felt the need to check and make sure he wasnâ€™t Alien-Clone-Adrian, but she resisted. Instead she inspected the room, noting details and particulars. The light from the small LED bounced off the mirror, illuminating the whole room rather nicely. She would definitely consider instilling this idea in her own home.<br/><br/>Her eyes strayed to the man, noticing with a bit of embarrassment that he hadnâ€™t replaced his shirt. Her gaze immediately flicking to the floor, she tried to recall the question she had intended on asking him.<br/><br/>â€œOh!â€ She looked back to him as she finally regained her train of thought. â€œI wanted to ask what your name was.â€