After the hours have passed, Alex has been keeping haven in a nearby grocery store, abandoned. The label light still flickering as the rest of the metropolis district whistles, and softly roars to the silence. It is dark in the grocery store, and a dosen items have fallen from their shelves and freezers, scattered and spilt everywhere.
"It's been a while since I've had a beverage like this.." Alex says to himself, drinking a remaining Pepsi can, that he took from a prevailing freezer.
He is sitting in the pharmacy sector of the grocery store, glancing up over the shelf, at the window still intact. Light beams from outside the window.
Alex now has the military-issue shotgun on his back, being holstered by a spare pulley wire, and 2 utility clamps. He also has obtained the military-issue vital medications.
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