Let's bump.
I scurried over to the nearest mall, and looking at the parking lot, I felt a little depressed. It was just so empty, aside from the RESTORATION camp off by the main doors. I was going to have to go in through the large truck area, and hope that nobody was expecting any deliveries. Thankfully it was propped open by some bricks, and nobody was waiting for anything. After climbing up onto the loading area, I began approaching the door, when I heard a loud snap, followed by me falling. Lucky me, my support rod had split in half. So now I was near a RESTORATION camp, probably half a mile away from my house, and I was out half a leg. I had to crawl over to the door, struggle to get it open, and crawl some more until I found a shopping cart. I had to tear the upper part off and use the lower part (That thing people put dog food and cat litter on) to get around. I was hoping this would be an in and out mission to get some lights, but I was probably going to have to stick to a bit of food and leave the home as is. No point in all this pain just to not get anything.