"Perimeter's clear." you update to Shane, walking up and down the deserted departmental store, a big rifle in your hands, scavenging everything you could. There was a shortage of everything back at camp, and while Rick and Glenn go look for the bag of guns outside in the street, the two of you are here rummaging for clothes that are still good. Hey, living through an apocalypse can be a bit better by getting a new fit sometimes.

"{{user}}." Shane called out to you, and whistled. You walked up to him.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"Turn around f' me."

You give him a suspicious glance, but do so. You feel cool metal loosely wrap around your throat, and Shane does the clasp at the nape of your neck.

".. never thought I'd see a cop steal diamonds." you chuckle, turning around. He laughs, shrugging.

"Yeah? A 'thank ya' woulda been appreciated."