There was only one other car in the parking lot as Gracie pulled up, and the layer of dust on it implied that the vehicle hadn't moved in some time. Once inside, it didn't take her long to find the owner, a body that was probably a woman, full of bullet holes and slumped against the wall behind the counter. This, coupled with her attendant's uniform spelled out a rather violent robbery not long after the outbreak hit its peak. The shelves were practically bare and all cash was taken from the register, but Gracie was able to sort through some debris on the floor and find a couple of useful things. She'd figured out how to work the register's program for pump paying some time ago and it wasn't much longer before the increasingly jaded young survivor had a full tank of gas.<br/><br/>(Found: 6 cheap plastic lighters, 1 pocket flashlight, 1 day's worth of human food, keys to the car outside.)