Nov 4, 2018
@semistable
Clint was still on the hunt for supplies. He’d brought a few snacks with him for the mission, but it was nothing that was going to last him several days. The gnawing hunger in his stomach wasn’t getting any better and the last thing that would help his survival was getting pissed off at Frank for no reason.
His dream was to find a pizza delivery guy who had been set to cater a full party, but so far all he’d found had been some cans of some stuff that he was reasonable sure should be edible. Well, if he died then maybe he wouldn’t feel so hungry? He could hope.
He scoped out the next abandoned residence, trying to make sure that no one had decided to live there before he knocked softly. “Hello, hello. Anyone home?” he asked.