Gracie knew the grocery store well enough to plot her course on the run. From the pharmacy counter, it would only be a quick dash to the canned goods, which she could take a right at the other end and it would be a straight shot to the dairy corner. The first thing she noticed about both aisles usually full of canned goods was that Daniel couldn't be found in either of them. The second was that they were probably the most thoroughly looted part of the store, the only food left being that which had been long since crushed underfoot. What did linger in the soup aisle was a few hundred pounds of dead muscle on two legs standing between Gracie and the deli counter, which normally wouldn't have even caught her eye were it not for the bloody pipewrench lying in a mess of broken glass.