Axel pulled the truck up in front of a small grocery store. "Where are we, Ax?" asked Rachel. She looked around, but there was really nothing to be seen. It was what some would call a ghost town, taken right out of a Wild West film.
"I don't really know what town this is," Axel replied. "A small one? Besides, we're just here for the food." He pulled his pistol out of the holster he had around his waist. He has stolen it from the first grocery store they raided in California. He was happy he hadn't had to use it yet. "Let's just get in and get out. Grab any nonperishable food and water bottles you can carry." He kicked the front door open, and couldn't see squat.
Rachel pulled her flashlight out of her backpack and clicked it on. "Put that thing away. There's no one here." It took them about ten minutes to go through the whole store. After collecting as much as they could, they laid a blanket out on the dusty road for a late lunch of ham sandwiches and warm beers. "You think anyone will catch us?" Rachel asked Axel.