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“Oh, man. These things are badass.” Dick grins as he takes out another one of the zombies wondering around the superstore, using the new found quiet to shove a few cans of food into his duffle bag.

The medicine was the first to go, but he tried to find something anyways as he walked through the aisles. Big stores like this always got raided first, but if you were lucky enough, people avoided big cities for the larger numbers of infected. Dick considered himself lucky enough for being able to find some food that wasn’t expired. Even managed to snag some treats for Haley.

He smiles a little when he sees the kid’s section has remained mostly untouched. He really should be focusing on essentials, but he’s sure Roy would appreciate having something to give to Lian. He’s in the process of shoving a few stuffed toys into his bag when he hears the click of a gun’s safety behind him.

*Shit.*

Zombies were never the biggest problem. They only ever posed an issue when they were in hordes, or if they caught you off guard — they were noisy and slow, and you could easily sneak around them or take them out, as long as you didn’t make enough noise to alert any of their friends.

People, however? They knew how to sneak around. They could be fast, and they used weapons. The infection left people desperate, and desperation made people do stupid things. Escrima sticks worked *great* against zombies. Against guns?

Yeah. Not so much.

“Hey, uh… I don’t want any trouble.” He says, staring at the shelving unit in front of him, slowly raising his hands in the air. “I’m just getting some toys for my friend’s kid, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

He hears nothing, so he nervously takes a peak over his shoulder, offering an uneasy smile. “I’ve got rations. You can have them.”