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They found him in a Tesco, of all things.
It was a brilliant idea, no doubt about that, and their camp could use that kind of ingenuity, but it... The way the building was bordered and reinforced like a fortress, Robert and the rest of his team had assumed that there would be more survivors inside. But there wasn't. It was just a man and his son hiding inside.
The boy didn't seem to mind the intrusion. Most likely more ecstatic to see other people than to worry if they were only there to take their food or supplies. The man on the other hand had to be subdued and cuffed whilst they took a look around. Robert could understand that anger and could admit that he would've done the same. Defend his family and home, that sort of thing.
From what they found and salvaged from the freezers the food would've been enough to feed a group of, at least, twelve people for half a year. Perhaps more if it were to be rationed properly.
One of the men whistled appreciatively from somewhere in the back, apparently finding the canned and picked foods. "They had it good. Is it just those two here?"
And no, it wasn't always just those two hiding here. Near the toilets there was a door that led to the roof of this place and on the walls leading up the staircase told Robert a rather disturbing story. Nail marks, mismatched shoes and black stains-- there used to be more people hiding here.
Robert ordered them to start loading up what they can and then went to go talk to the man cuffed to the automatic check-out. It was a rather comical sight; a tall man seated on the scanner while his son tried to buy him, under the impression that he could be freed if he had enough money.
"What happened in that stairway?" Straight to the point. If he was going to bring these two back to camp with him then he needed to know if it was safe.