Yamada leaned back against the decrepit wall, the paint chipping as his bag scraped against it. He was in an old 'mom and pop' shop, one that was already old to begin with, and now with no upkeep because of the apocalypse, it was beginning to rot into nothing.

He'd just got done doing a cursory inspection of the area outside and had to kill more zombies than he'd have liked, so he's out of breath. He chose this building because it was inconspicuous and had a defensible position and looked as though it had a second story with a room above, along with a balcony that he could look over the area with.

What he wasn't expecting, though, was the shelf covering the door to the back room, which most likely held the stairs to the second floor. The entire place seemed empty, including from trash and disruptions of nature. The glass on the building was even intact, which just baffled him more, because most other buildings in the area were relatively destroyed.

Taking a wild guess, and judging by the scrapes on the floor in front of the shelf, someone was hiding here already. Instead of feeling like he was in danger, he grabbed a side of the shelf and began to pull on it. Eventually, he moved it enough to open the door and slide inside, closing the door behind him. Quietly, he searched through the office looking room and found crates full of clothes and medicine. No food, but the medicine would be helpful.

He was about to pile his bag full of the ibuprofen stocked up inside one of the crates when he heard the door creak open again, footsteps slowly stalking inside behind him, making him freeze.