"They left us our weapons," he says, straightening and walking back over to Daryl. He looks down to the knife in his hand and reaches down to pull out one of his other ones, turning the handle over in his palm thoughtfully. No one does that.

"It's so empty. We should probably head the rest of the way down and get out of here, get the lay of the land, figure out where to go from here. There has to be somewhere we can scrounge up some supplies."

There aren't many floors, so they can just head on down and out unless there's something or someone to stop them.