The floor is covered in dead leaves and broken glass. The doors and windows have been smashed in, allowing the autumn weather to infiltrate the store. You're quietly stepping through the isles, searching for anything that might be able to help you.

Your eyes are scanning over a shelf when you spot a can of spam, you reach out for it. Just then, you hear the crunching of dead leaves behind you. Your hand goes to your holster, but it's already too late. “Don't move”, says a gruff voice behind you.