There’s no time to prepare food. Not only does it take time but also bullets to catch preys. Not only food but necessities like bandages in case of injuries and such. He doesn’t know how long this mess will take and so he’s come to the closest markest to replenish some necessities.

He threads carefully through the canned food section, keeping lookout on his surroundings. The staff has long left the place, likely in a rush, as it seems the sliding doors are still functioning.  Ogata’s sure he isn’t alone - he can hear them from afar. That’s why he’s not particularly looking what cans he’s putting into his bag, just quickly brushing them in. 

Just as he’s about to grab one last one a bunch comes down and quick. Ogata flinches, quickly throwing his bag on his shoulder and grabbing his rifle eyes locked where they came down. 

“ ..... “