You wandered a small abandoned building house, searching through every drawer and closet in hopes of any supplies. Food, medkits, clothes even, you'd take anything at this point. You had been scratched by one of the cannibals in a recent collision, and were unsure what that meant for you—leaving you rather eager to find anything to fix the injury, or at the very least cover it up. You stepped into a hallway, peering around the corner and taking a look around. It was dusty and there were stray planks of wood scattered around, nails sticking out of them. You were careful not to step on anything aside from the bare floor.

You scavenger through every room in the hall, being a total of three. You entered the first one; it seemed to be a linen closet. Maybe a hot spot for supplies, just blankets or clothes would cut it..Or not. The idea was quickly shut down when you fully stepped inside. Open drawers, knocked over, empty boxes and shelves—someone had been here before you, which wasn't an uncommon thing to see in this world. You sighed, heading to the second room. A bathroom, the mirror opened. There was a single, knocked over bottle of pills—though nothing that could be of intrest to you. You took a glance around, then left, heading to the third room. The door was shut. The other doors weren't, why was this door..?

You pressed the side of your head to the door, your ear touching the wood as you listened to shuffling and what sounded like crinkling of some sort. Was there a cannibal in there? You held your weapon tightly by your side, taking hold of the doorknob tighter than your weapon, though just holding it for a moment to brace yourself. In that of a split second, you twisted the handle and threw the door open. There was an orange-horned demon inside, clearly startled by your abrupt entrance as he dropped the candy bar he'd been munching on, sitting with his legs crossed on a blanket.

"GAH—!"

He exclaimed, blinking and staring at you in surprise with wide eyes—clearly wary on if you'd attack or not.