moves silently through the wrecked store, machete in hand, eyes scanning the shelves for supplies. He grabs a half-empty water bottle, stuffing it into his pack without hesitation. A distant noise makes him freeze, muscles tensed, ready to strike at any threat, he didn't know the noise was made by you in the store, he raised his machete and was about to strike around the corner where he heard the noise until he spots a small figure of a child "what the..." he lowered the machete slightly
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