Daryl caught the bottle and inspected the 'Rasberry!' label with a frown, "It's flavored."
Despite this, he cracked the lid open and took a sip. It did taste like plastic under the sweetener, but the flavoring kept it from being overpowering. He considered it for a couple more moments, then took a longer gulp before closing it back up and sticking it under his waist band. Didn't have a proper bag to store it in just yet. Closet might.
He headed away from the kitchen and around the corner into the sleeping area. The bed was a queen and made up. Closet was a small walk-in and there were shoes and clothes and purses. He grabbed the largest satchel-like one he could find with a shoulder strap long enough to let it hang at his hip and slipped it on as he put the water bottle inside. Then headed back to the living area and kitchen, opening the windows Jesus had yet to get to on his way.
"Doc said we needed to tell someone which apartment we picked. Let's do that, let 'em know we're here. See if they'll let us have a couple of flashlights, then go down one floor and hit up as many apartments as we can 'fore it gets dark. Maybe we'll luck out again like we did with this one."
More bottled water (or liquor), maybe some dry goods. Maybe some clothes. The community obviously cleared out the dead, but getting around to clearing out every last inch of the apartments had obviously taken a backseat to putting up the walls and growing food. With good reason. But that just meant he and Jesus had a potential gold mine waiting for them. In this building and others.
The people running the place would probably appreciate whatever they decided to bring down in offerings or barter, too.
no subject
Despite this, he cracked the lid open and took a sip. It did taste like plastic under the sweetener, but the flavoring kept it from being overpowering. He considered it for a couple more moments, then took a longer gulp before closing it back up and sticking it under his waist band. Didn't have a proper bag to store it in just yet. Closet might.
He headed away from the kitchen and around the corner into the sleeping area. The bed was a queen and made up. Closet was a small walk-in and there were shoes and clothes and purses. He grabbed the largest satchel-like one he could find with a shoulder strap long enough to let it hang at his hip and slipped it on as he put the water bottle inside. Then headed back to the living area and kitchen, opening the windows Jesus had yet to get to on his way.
"Doc said we needed to tell someone which apartment we picked. Let's do that, let 'em know we're here. See if they'll let us have a couple of flashlights, then go down one floor and hit up as many apartments as we can 'fore it gets dark. Maybe we'll luck out again like we did with this one."
More bottled water (or liquor), maybe some dry goods. Maybe some clothes. The community obviously cleared out the dead, but getting around to clearing out every last inch of the apartments had obviously taken a backseat to putting up the walls and growing food. With good reason. But that just meant he and Jesus had a potential gold mine waiting for them. In this building and others.
The people running the place would probably appreciate whatever they decided to bring down in offerings or barter, too.