Snippet #1751967

I nodded to him when he said we should look for anything useful. So as I watched him look though the shelves, I began to think where there would be anything useful in a shop like this. It was small, and it sold mostly food, though there was some odd things as well. They seemed to sell decorative plates, and other fragile things, nothing helpful. I get the idea to go into the back of the store where storage would be. That would be where the most of things would be after all.

"I'm gonna check out the back."

I kept my head up, perfect posture, and walked off into the back, showing no sway, nor any kind of confident body posture. This way, there is no distraction, with Mark worried about me. If he is, I mean, I's still feeling odd ever sense he chuckled at me. It was nice, though, even though I can't remember anything of my past, I never felt that kind of warm, happy, feel, with anyone before. To think I'm stuck with Mark till we die... Well, so far, I'm fine with it. No lines had to be drawn yet, he is a bit squirmy but other than that he seems to be a nice guy. He must know what he is doing if he manege to stay alive.

Once I went though a few boxes, I found some simple things we may need. Three bottles of water, four cans of food, mostly carrots, and who ever owned this shop had a funny collection of tools. One of them, which I found the most useful for Mark, was a one-handed crowbar. So I take the box of food and water, put the crowbar and a wrench I found as well inside it, and brought it out to see if he head any progress.

"I found some things we might need, how about you?"