Ranboo was scouring the perimeter for anything dangerous around his base. He used the large mall as a base, he knew it was a bit cliche, but it was safe. The mall was spacious and had lots of processed food in the food court which wouldn’t go back. It didn’t have many windows other than the doors he had worked to block off already, and the glass roof which supplied him light. He had a good thing going, he didn’t totally hate his life now, he just hated it as much as you would in an apocalypse.