Searching for food and shelter was a constant shore with the economy broken down due to the outbreak of the virus. People couldn't exactly ship food into the city with zombies prowling the streets of a different type of meat. The markets on the outskirts of town had been emptied first. People naturally fled from the chaos of downtown when people became feral and resources were stuck in the heart of the city, waiting for the taking.
Lukas had first thought about staying in the old police station. He knew the building well enough and most likely there was plenty of weapons lying around there. However, he soon scrapped the idea. It was too big, too exposed. He'd need to live with a group of people if he didn't want a zombie sneaking in in the middle of the night. Instead, he lived in a pub down the street from his old apartment. The windows were sealed shut as much to keep his prescence unnoticed as to keep the walkers out. Thank God they couldn't put two and two together and decide that a bolted up building meant that someone was hiding out there.
Maybe he should have left the city. But where would he go? The suburbs were already picked clean and he didn't know what the situation was like on the road. It was best to keep scavenging in his part of the world. For now. Until he could think of something better.
Today, he was heading for his old supermarket across from the police station, an empty bag swung over his shoulder today. He was running low on food and batteries for his radio. That radio was the key, he thought. There were still people on the radio, exchanging rumors and stories and, praise God, music.
As he walked down the street, he saw that he was not alone today. He saw one person rummaging in the supermarket through the window and another trying to break into the police station. Interesting. He gripped his gun and headed into the the market first. He did not know if it had anything left or not. Besides, he already had all the ammo and police supplies he needed so the police station didn't concern him. Besides, it would take some time for him to get in. More than enough time to get what he needed and find the man again. Still, he made sure to memorize the man's face.
As he stepped into the market, he grinned when he saw that there was still quite a lot of supplies left. He saw the woman rummaging through food and beverages. She was quite pretty, he noted. Still keeping his hand close to his glock incase she turned hostile, he began to rummage through the store himself, grabbing some canned and boxed goods along the way. What wouldn't he give for something fresh...
He stopped at the place they used to stalk the batteries. All gone. He cursed. A mob of fools probably grabbed them instead of the food when the breakout started, thinking that staying connected was more important and that they could find a refuge nearby as long as they kept their radios working.
He sighed and walked towards the woman, "I don't suppose you have some batteries to barter for. I'm Lukas, by the way."