"Well whatever, I'll carry whatever you've got." Or whatever he was given. At this point he wasn't sure he cared. The roof though, that wasn't a bad idea as long as whatever was out there couldn't climb. At the same time, if they couldn't, and other people had found that out, who was to say they wouldn't steal the supplies?

If there was any people still out there ...

Mike shook off his thoughts and stuffed whatever was leftover in a thick black garbage bag. He smashed open the money box inside the machine too. There was obviously little use for money, but he always wanted to try that.

Anyway, by the time he joined his companion, it was plenty easy to see they were no longer alone. "Oh shit ... shit! What the hell are those?" Perhaps he sounded more stressed than he should, but altogether he was pretty traumatized and exhausted still. "Zombies?" You had to be kidding him. He was literally transported to a zombie flick. "Come on, let's go. And hope they stay slow."

He turned and started walking at a quick pace, although he paused for a few seconds to look back. "I'm Mike, by the way."