@prevailcd SENT 001. our muses enter an abandoned super market / pharmacy / store that seemed quiet and zombie free … and then they heard a moan - whoever strikes your fancy.
asher couldn't recall how long they'd sat outside in the truck, watching the storefront for any sort of movement, nor how long the two men had stood near the entrance after tapping the dirtied glass ⸻ waiting to see if any of the undead shuffled forward. when they'd come to the unspoken agreement that it was truly abandoned, they'd both slipped in. it came as no surprise that the store had been picked through, but there appeared to still be a handful of lingering cans and supplies that could be considered useful. swinging his empty pack toward his front, asher had been in the midst of unzipping it when the noise was interrupted by an all to familiar groan. it sounded like one, but they both knew how deceiving that could be. stilling, light hues flickered over to rick and a brow arched ⸻ as if to silently ask if they were going to stick around to find out or not.
