Sunny warily looks around the supermarket, cautious of any infected that could be roaming around. Once he's decently sure the coast is clear, he starts to scan the shelves for supplies, stopping to inspect the food a little closer.

Bread? No, that has tons of mold on it. All the meat's rotten too, aswell as most of the fruit and vegetables. Oh! Canned food. Just what he was looking for.

He skims the shelf for a little bit, grabbbing a few off of it, looking at the labels to see what's inside, not noticing that somebody else, you to be exact, is in the store with him. You're standing at the edge of the isle he's in, watching as he half-mumbles the labels out loud to himself, something he'd probably not be doing if he knew you were there.