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It wasn’t among his priorities, given that he’d already found a somewhat safe place to shelter, but hearing about the armories open to the inhabitants made him consider getting his hands on something deadlier than just the wooden bat he’d been given upon his arrival here. His responses acted on mixed feelings, for he had never been the voice of reason in dire situations yet he found it wise to, at the very least, check what the armory had to offer. He only had to be careful.
Thus, the blond now found himself surrounded by weapons he previously didn’t even know existed. Guns and the like had caught his attention from the very first moment he stepped in, yet the thought of leaving the place carrying one of those had barely crossed his mind. The last thing he wanted was to go back to the haven with a device he didn’t know how to use under his arm, really.
Something blunt would do, he thought, ready to turn around and search more thoroughly around the facility when he heard a loud thump resonating around the room, as if something heave had just hit the floor. Needless to say, being so violently brought back to reality made the poor boy jump, whipping his head to take a quick look behind him.
“W-who’s there?!”