Kasumi covered her nose as the scent of rotten food filtered out all other smells in the kitchen. She had found the restaurant, but everything she had seen so far was spoiled beyond edibility. She nudged a few things aside as she wandered around quietly, opening cabinets and any other small crevice that looked like it could hold food. She made a small 'ahh' sound as she opened a cupboard to find individually wrapped square cakes. She flipped them over to inspect them and she nodded to herself as they still looked good. She shoved all of them into her bag and continued her search.
After a few minutes of walking back and forth, Kasumi hesitantly stared at what she assumed was the meat freezer, asking herself if she was prepared for the concentrated stink of rotting meat. She thought of the first night she was alone on the surface, when she had to hide in a pile of corpses to remain undetected. She fought to hold down her stomach, shuttered at the memory and continued on her way, leaving the restaurant with nothing but the little cakes.
Kasumi glanced down as she heard static on her radio and held it up so it could get better reception, but all she heard were bits of voices - something about a mission and medical aid. She held it closer to her ear to try and pick out whose voice it was but practically threw it across the room as Anders voice broke through the static, scaring her more than a zombie ever could.
"I'm going to murder him..." Kasumi growled. She held a hand to her chest and took a deep breath to slow her rapidly beating heart as she held up the radio to respond.
"Okay, I'm going to check for any medical supplies now. I'll meet you up there." She clipped the small radio back onto her belt as she wandered to the first aid office. Kasumi made quick work of the room but sighed as she only found a few liquid bandage bottles, some pain pills, burn relief gel, and a secret stash of the same pills that she relied on for so long to stay awake. She shoved the lucidity pills into a nearby trash can and sighed angrily as dark memories threatened to resurface. Her focus was drawn away as she passed a window and glanced outside at the quickly darkening sky. She tilted her head a bit as she thought of how long they had been out for but she slowly dug out her gas mask and fastened it over her face. It was either a storm or smoke, which were both equally bad in her book, but she always thought it was better to be safe than sorry. She spun around and headed for the stairs, using the rails to pull herself up three or four steps at a time.
"I'm here, Anders. The sky looks odd outside so I have my mask on as a precaution." She said through the radio as she reached the eighth floor.