Louis’ stomach twisted and gurgled in frustration. It had been days since he last had anything to eat and if he wanted the strength to fight against the Infected, he needed to find something. A super market lay in front of the survivor and he jogged towards it, submachine gun in hand. It was a big building and with his luck, something would be crawling around in there.
The man entered through the doors and he immediately tensed his muscles and scanned the area. No signs of Infected… Yet. Louis maneuvered through the knock downed carts and stands and drifted towards the packaged food aisles. Hopefully they would be something edible left. The man stopped when he heard footsteps at his back. Quickly, Louis spun around and pointed his gun towards the other’s face. He stopped from shooting when he laid his eyes upon another living human being.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that, man,” Louis breathed, allowing a dry laugh to slip through his lips.