Palm Tree looks through the pantry of the abandoned building he's in, a small frown spreading to his face. He's running low on food, only a bag of stale rolls and a couple cans of soup left. The taps are working in this building, atleast, even if the water doesn't look... fully clean. Better than dying of dehydration, he supposes.
A noise in the alleyway next to the place makes him perk up, and he walks over to the window, moving the curtains aside to see what's there. He sees a person, not an infected, and he opens the door leading into the alleyway, peeking his head out.
"Excuse me? Are you... alright?"
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