Michael simply says. “Keep a lookout and be careful.” He sets off at a brisk pace and we all follow like little sheep. We pass rack after rack of boxes. Michael occasionally grabs one down and roots inside, but it’s all plastic parts for something or paperwork. No food, no ammo, nothing of actual use to us, which makes the whole journey and waste of ammo all the more pointless. We come to the back of the warehouse where there’s another set of doors that look to be barricaded from the inside, given the image through the small glass windows in the doors. I hear Michael huff out an annoyance before turning to us. “All right, we need to decide what to do. There doesn’t appear to be anything useful here. The info we had was wrong. So, do we clear the building and keep it as a possible safe spot or leave? Personally, I think we’re wasting time and we should leave.” He sounds seriously pissed off. “I think it’s too late to head somewhere else today,”
