Stress was building in Owl's nerves as he leaned against one of the walls in the lobby of the local mall. He hated the trips that he had to visit his family. They weren't enjoyable, and normally ended with an argument with his parents. Most of his time was spent at the mall, usually in the food court, happily munching of fries and a burger. This trip had been ruined when the 16 year old had insulted his older sister and her boyfriend, causing the pair to leave town early. His older brother had left to go back to school a week earlier, and left him alone with his parents.
He frowned as he scanned over his father's Berretta 92fs. The weapon had been taken hastily as he rushed out of the house, after several zombies broke down the front entrance and stormed into the house. His mother was killed and his father held them back, yelling for him to rush out of the house. The teen had obeyed and managed to take the pistol and some spare ammo on his way. The teen still had bits of glass on his outfit and hair from the dive out the second floor window.
"You gonna sit there or help out?"
Owl looked up at the man who was glaring down at him. The teen let out a sigh and stood up, heading towards the second floor, ignoring the man yelling at him. The teen had witnessed his parents killed before his eyes, and now he was sitting in the mall entrance, waiting for something to happen. The teen had spent the last day or so moving around the mall, searching for something to do. He had managed to change from his blood stained outfit, into a pair of cargo pants, a dark blue dress shirt, and a pair of large, rectangular glasses covered his face. His hair was starting to grow longer, and barely managed to pass over the top of his left eye, which was pure gold, while his right was a light grey. His parents had always been angry at the birth defects of his, such as his inability to see half of the blues. To them, he was never going to be a great engineer like his older sister, or a great scientist like his older brother. He was just a failure.
"Have you seen my Madonna?"
He looked up at the old woman who was in his face all of a sudden. He blinked twice and shook his head at her, sliding back slightly to lean on the railing. The last words his parents had said to him still rang in his mind. "No matter what we said in the past. You are a survivor, and we will be proud of you no matter what."
Owl shifted his weight and looked at the man that walked out of the security room. He had a camera around his neck and to Owl's memory, not someone who had entered the mall with the other survivors. He followed the man with his eyes for a few seconds, then focused on the zombies just on the other side of the glass. The blockade was probably not going to hold that much longer. He could give less of a fuck, considering he had found a solace in Jill's Sandwiches. The shop was a crappy place to stay if he wanted to stay away from the zombies, but it had sentimental value to the teenager. He used to sit around the shop, chatting with his older siblings, before they had drifted apart.
"MADONNA!"
He frowned as the old woman ripped through the barrier, going after her dog. Owl lifted his father's pistol and aimed it at the entrance, focusing on the old woman. He frowned as the zombies started to slip into the building. He opened fire on the zombies, hitting a few of them, but most of his shots missed. He frowned as he moved to reload and a man pushed past him.
"What are you doing? MOVE!"
He scanned over the crowd and took a few potshots at several zombies that were getting a bit too close to several of the survivors, but only one man showed interest in surviving. He rushed to the stairs, smacking zombies out of the way with a bench leg that he had snapped off. Owl frowned and moved towards the security office, reloading the pistol and pulling out a box of ammo and refilling the now empty magazine. He frowned as he entered the office and noticed the lack of others. Three men, and a woman. Not good chances of surviving, seeing as there had been around 10 people in the lobby, who had just died due to one old woman's stupidity.
"Where are the others?"
The man looked at the teenager and frowned.
"I think we're the only ones."
The man let out a sigh and waved for the man with a welder to seal the door. Owl moved further into the security office, scanning over everything that was around the area. He stopped by the lockers of the mall security guards, before moving to the bench at the base of the stairs to the roof, most of whom had been killed trying to keep an eye on everyone. Two had been killed getting people into the mall, another was killed by a zombie in the North Plaza, and the fourth had been murdered by the Colby theater. Owl hated the fact that the cops that had managed to get into the mall had become crazed and he had put one of them down personally. A friend of his fathers, who he had shot in the Food Court after he had killed two of the other survivors. This tragedy was taking its toll on the already shattered 16 year old.
"You okay?"
Owl looked at the man with the camera.
"Fine…"
The man sat down beside him on the bench and looked at the pistol in Owl's hands.
"Where did you get that?"
Owl shrugged and slipped the pistol into his messenger bag.
"I'm Frank. Frank West."
"Owl… Just Owl."
Frank smiled and held his camera up, taking a quick picture of Owl.
"Nice to meet you Owl. I'm gonna head into the mall for a while, but you want to chat when I get back?"
Owl shrugged and looked at the air vent.
"I'll head out in a bit… Hopefully I can get a damn charger for my music player."
Frank nodded and headed for the air vent. Owl shifted in his spot and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and letting out a heavy breath.
Hopefully this nap wouldn't be as bad as his last nap.
Owl shot up, sweat running down his forehead. He ran his hand over his face, pushing his glasses up into his hair. Owl grabbed his bag and got up, moving towards the air vent. He needed to get something to keep him awake, because there was no way that he was surviving these next few days with sleeping. Once on the other side of the vent, Owl moved into the warehouse, slipping off of the shelves and heading into the Paradise Plaza. He rushed for Jill's and slipped over the counter, dodging all of the zombies in his path. He smiled as he found what he was looking for. A can of Coke rested on the counter and nothing would make him happier than getting the sugary beverage, with all of its caffeine inside his system. He smiled as the lukewarm beverage ran down his throat. The zombies had started to enter the restaurant and Owl pulled the Berretta out of his bag, firing three shots at the zombies. At his current range, around 10 meters, he hit all of them in the head, causing the undead to flop to the ground.
"What is going on in here?"
Owl looked at the entrance to the restaurant, frowning at the man standing in the doorway.
"What do you want, James?"
The other teenager smirked and spun his baseball bat a few times, before smashing a zombies face in with the weapon.
"While, if you must ask, for you to admit that I'm going to survive longer then you."
Owl sighed and looked at his father's pistol.
"Where is your family?"
James smirked and glared at Owl.
"If you must know, my father is off leading his group to find the impure."
Owl sighed and felt a pang inside of him. He could put an end to this thorn in his side. All he had to do was lift the pistol and shot one bullet into the annoying teenager's face. Problem solved. But if he murdered that idiot, then everything would be caught on video. He'd be known for murdering the other teenager. He had to play things smart for now. Wait for the perfect chance to murder the other teen. Hopefully kill the bastards father as well. Then anyone who had a connection to Owl would be gone. He could slip away into the shadows, knowing his brother and sister wouldn't try and find him. Because if their parents had died here, then he definitely must have died, at least, that is what his siblings would believe.
"So, where are you holed up?"
Owl frowned at James. He hated James' and his father. The man was insane. Owl had managed to avoid James for the most part, due to school being a few hours away from the mountain town.
"I found some people and we're going around and trying to find some supplies."
James nodded and spun his bat, slamming it into a zombie's face that was approaching behind him.
"While, I'll leave you be for now. Let's meet up later."
Owl ignored James, who swung and bashed some zombies as he walked off. Owl stood up and lifted his pistol. He moved out of the sandwich shop and headed for the gun shop. There had to be something useful there.
Owl pushed open the door to the outside and rushed past the zombies, smiling as he slipped against a tree, just out of the sight of a hummer, with three convicts riding it. They had a heavy machinegun, and there was no way that Owl was going to take them on with just his pistol. He slide down the tree, into a crouching position and got ready to sprint across the clearing, once the convicts were not looking. He took off and smirked as he slide into a bush out of their line of sight. He rose and moved towards the North Plaza. He just had to reach the gun shop, and hopefully grab some ammo for his Berretta, and maybe something that would suit his style a bit more. The teen slipped through the door and frowned at the pack of zombies before him. He reached into his bad and pulled out a knife, which he had taken from his bedroom. He moved towards the zombies, and dodged to the right as one lunged at him, swinging his knife and stabbing into the monster's spine. He spun and kicked another zombie's leg, causing it to fall too its knees, before stabbing the knife into the undead creature's face. He looked at the three zombies moving towards him and frowned, taking aim with his pistol and unloading an entire magazine in their direction. He managed to hit two of the zombies in the head, and the last zombie took several to the chest, causing it to fall onto the ground. Owl moved swiftly and jumped into the air, slamming his feet down onto the zombie's head, causing it to explode from the impact.
Owl let out a breath and looked at the dead bodies around him. He slipped the knife back into his bag, after whipping it off. He moved towards the store, scanning over the lack of zombies around him. He stopped outside the shop and frowned at the man inside, who was taking pot shots at a survivor, who rested just outside the shop.
"Look, mister, if we're gonna fight these zombies we need guns!"
The owner shot his shotgun into the air.
"Stay back! I trust them damn zombies about as far as I can throw 'em, but I trust people even less!"
The survivor motioned for Owl to move into the store with him.
"Don't shoot! Let's talk this over."
"You can talk to my 12-gauge. Don't get no closer or I'll blow y'all to kingdom come."
"Wait."
Owl dove out of the store and around a corner as the store owner shot the survivor. Owl moved swiftly, taking a few swift shots at the man, slipping to the other side of the entrance. Owl frowned and checked his magazine, five shots left.
"I just want to get some ammo, you fuck!"
Owl dove out and fired a quick volley of shots, causing his hands to sting as he rolled behind one of the counters in the store. Owl reloaded his pistol quickly and blind-fired over the counter, hearing the man groan as the sound of bullet against flesh filled the air.
"YOU DAMN BASTARD! LEAVE ME BE!"
Owl rose and pointed his pistol at the owner's head, before adjusting his aim and firing into the man's leg, causing him to stumble and lean against the counter.
"STAND DOWN!"
Owl aimed at the shotgun in the owner's hand, firing a few bullets to knock it out of his hand. The owner rushed for the entrance, but a zombie slammed into him, pushing him down and taking a bite out of his stomach.
"HELP! HELP ME!"
Owl frowned and lifted his pistol, shooting the zombie in the head, before pointing his pistol at the gun shop owner.
"Sorry…"
He pulled the trigger and turned away. He moved over to the other side of the counter, scanning over everything in the shop. He looked around for a bag to carry the weapons. If he could get some of these to the security office, then he might be able to equip Frank and the other survivors with something that could allow them to be safer when they went out. He opened his bag and tossed it onto the counter, moving over and grabbing a bunch of 9mm ammo, and slipping it into his almost empty bag. He moved over to the racks and grabbed a Remington 870, and slipping the sling over his back, before grabbing the Remington off of the shelf, slipping that onto his back as well. He pushed a pile of shells and rounds into his bag. He grabbed a set of M1911s that he tossed into his bag, before rushing towards the Paradise Plaza. He slipped through Leisure Park, making sure to avoid the zombies and the convicts. Owl slipped into the Paradise Plaza and frowned at the more zombies that started to gather. All of Willamette must have been gathering inside of the mall, considering how many zombies were clumping together. Owl lifted his Berretta and fired swiftly, clearing a group of the zombies. He moved towards the storage room, frowning as he dodged the zombies in his way. He probably shouldn't have drawn their attention. Nothing good was going to come from this. He reached into his bag and tossed the small explosive that he had found when he was searching through his brother's room. He threw it, causing it to bounce off of the wall and land a few feet away from the entrance to the storage room, causing a small explosion, but a ton of noise, leading the zombies towards the now dead zombie, which was missing it's lower half.
"Where have you been?"
Owl looked at the woman, who was staring at him from the camera room. He pulled the shotgun off of his back and held it out to her.
"I thought that if I got some weapons, that it would help out with whatever you were working on. I don't know. Protect you in case you needed to clear a path through the zombies."
The woman moved over and took the weapon, placing it against the wall leading into the room.
"It will be there if it is needed by Brad or Frank… As for you, try and stay here. There is no point in putting yourself in danger. After all, you are so young."
Owl frowned at the woman and moved over to the bench. He had to get something to carry the sniper better. Maybe he could find a bag that would hold everything that he needed. He needed to try and figure out what he was going to do to get rid of his past. For one, James and his father had to go… That wouldn't be that challenging with the father being a cult leader, and the son being super into the cult. He would also need to make sure that any other survivors did not know who he was. Willamette was in no way small, so that wouldn't be that hard, considering how few people knew Owl before the outbreak.
"Hey, kid."
He looked up at the maintenance worker, who had his name across the front of his jumpsuit.
"Yeah?... Otis."
The man held out a walkie talkie and smiled.
"If you are going out, could you take this with you?"
Owl took the walkie talkie and slipped it into his bag.
"I'm probably only going to go on supply runs… Cause we might be holed up in here for a while. Might as well get some food and water."
Otis nodded and walked towards the camera room.
"I'll be watching the cameras. I'll call you or Frank if there is something that I notice and you are close to it."
Owl got up and walked towards the air vent. He might as well go grab some food and other things for the others. This could also allow him to move around the mall freely, without having to worry about anyone. He slipped into the vent and moved into the Paradise Plaza, gripping his pistol tightly. The zombies hadn't noticed him, and were stumbling around. Owl shifted his weight, moving towards the sports store, slipping in and moving around, looking for a duffle bag, which he found after a minute of searching. He grabbed it and ripped the tag off of it, before swinging it onto his back.
"Are you there, Kid?"
Owl pulled the walkie talkie out of his bag and pressed down on the button.
"Yeah?"
"There is something going on in the Entrance Plaza, could you go investigate?"
Owl let out a sigh and looked at the doorway, which had a bunch of zombies walking into the room. Nothing good would come from this. He moved quietly and grabbed a golf club as he moved, slamming it into one of the approaching zombie's faces. Owl spun and slammed the club into another zombie's heads. This was going to take forever if he fought his way there.
Owl shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and rushed past the zombies, sidestepping them, and rushing towards the Entrance Plaza. As he moved into the other plaza he noticed the lack of zombies. Something was wrong here. He turned and frowned as there was a shimmer from the second floor.
"snipers."
He dove and slipped behind one of the signs. Several bullets hit the sign and Owl lowered his head, getting into fetal position. Owl spun his Remington and leaned out, looking down the scope and firing a few shots back at the snipers. He missed most of his shots, and slipped to another bit of cover.
"You okay, kid?"
Owl frowned and slipped out the walkie talkie.
"Yeah… There are a few snipers firing at me… I doubt I'll hit them at this distance… They are on the upper level, about 200 meters away."
Owl peaked out and moved back into cover.
"I'm sending Frank to help you! Just hold out for now."
Owl sucked in a breath and pulled his pistol, aiming it at the snipers, firing as he moved towards a store. He slipped behind a counter, which had shoes on top of it. He heard the firing stop and looked up, to watch a bunch of zombies getting shot in the face. He ducked and checked the Remington 700, reloading the rifle and pulling out a bunch of rifle ammo.
"I think that this should hold me for a while."
He reloaded his Berretta, and cocked it.
"Just like dad taught me… Let the bullets fly where you want them to."
Owl rushed out of the store and fired at the snipers, before slipping into another store. He lifted the rifle and pressed against the corner, leaning down and looking through the scope, and focusing on where the snipers rested. Two men, leaning over a younger man, who looked to be only 20 and had a bullet wound in his throat.
Owl frowned and fired another shot, hitting the shoulder of the man. He frowned and hid behind the corner again.
"DAD!"
Frank rushed over to his side and looked at him, holding a pistol in his hands.
"What is going on?"
Owl motioned to the second floor.
"Three snipers, I clipped one and managed to down one."
Frank nodded and leaned around the corner.
"Who is the last one?"
"Some guys. My guess is the family is a bit too much into hunting."
Frank nodded and looked out again.
"We should move in and see if we can talk him down."
Owl nodded and motioned towards the stairs. Rushing up them, he moved towards the teenager, aiming his pistol at the man.
"Stand down!"
The man looked up focusing on Frank. He grabbed his rifle off the ground and lifted it to shoot at Frank. Owl frowned and fired four quick shots, starting to rush at the man. One bullet missed and slammed by the man's foot, two slammed into the side of the rifle, shattering the barrel, while the last slammed into the side of the man's skull, causing brain matter and blood to fly through the air. Frank looked shocked as Owl stopped moving, and lowered his pistol.
"He was going to shoot you… I wasn't going to let him kill you."
Frank nodded and looked at the three bodies. Owl moved over and pushed the bodies over with his foot. He vaguely remembered the three as a hunting family that were always a bit too into hunting. Owl moved and scanned over the surroundings.
"I'm going to get back to the security office… I might go gather some supplies before I head back, seeing as we might be here for a long time."
Owl moved towards the food court, pulling out his walkie talkie.
"Otis, I'm going to gather some canned goods and water from the food court. I'll be heading back after that."
"Got it, Kid."
Owl reached the food court and moved into the back of several of the stores, grabbing a bunch of cans and slipping them into the duffle bag, before moving to the fridges to grab water. He dumped a bunch of the water bottles into the bag and pulled it onto his back. He scanned around him, looking at the zombies moving towards him. He pulled his pistol and aimed down the sights at the zombies, firing at their heads.
"Might as well work on my aim."
A few of his shots slammed into the zombies heads, and he slowly moved towards the Paradise Plaza. He reloaded the pistol and ignored most of the zombies. He slipped past them, and focused on getting back to the security office. He frowned as he crawled into the security room, and was greeted by three strangers, who were all wandering around the various rooms.
"Hi, I'm Sophie Richards, I noticed that you were out there when those convicts were driving around, and was wondering why you would do something so stupid?"
Owl frowned and looked at one of the side rooms.
"I needed to get to the gun store, and that was the fastest path. It would have been just as dangerous to go around, if not more dangerous, considering there are so many zombies."
The woman, Sophie, glared at Owl, who was moving towards the side room. He pushed open the door and moved towards the back shelf. He placed the duffle bag down and started to unpack the cans of food and the water bottles. If he could keep a steady supply of food and water on the shelf, it didn't matter what was going on, as long as the people in the security office had everything they needed to survive. It also gave him a reason to be roaming around the mall without bring to much suspicion to his movements.
"You stocking some food for us, Kid?"
Owl looked at Otis and nodded.
"I have no idea how long we are going to be here, but we are going to need food and water. There is no point in me staying around here if I can help out."
Otis nodded and looked at the small pile of cans and water bottles.
"That probably won't be enough for the number of people we might get here. Seeing as Frank is out there getting all of the survivors that he can back here."
Owl nodded and stood up, slipping the bag back onto his back.
"I'll head over to the food court and gather some more, seeing as the Seon's has always been a bit wacky… I'd personally like to avoid going to that place until it's absolutely required of me."
Otis nodded and Owl moved towards the air vent.
"You might get some crap from the survivors for going out and risking your life, seeing as you are so young."
Owl shrugged as he opened the vent and slipped into it.
"Call me if there is anything that is you need. I'll be getting more food and water."
Owl slipped through the vent and moved towards the food court. He knew that if he was going to move around freely, he was going to need and excuse to be in the areas that he was required to go, because the others would probably have him just heading back and forth from the food court, gathering water and canned goods.
"Hey!"
Owl turned and noticed Frank, who was moving with a man and a woman towards the employee store room.
"Where are you heading, Owl?"
Owl looked towards the Food Court.
"I was going to get more canned goods and water for the security office… Then I might go and gather some batteries and maybe some CDs for my music player."
Frank nodded and looked at the survivors.
"How about we meet up in the Wonderland Plaza after you get the canned goods, and I could help you carry some extra cans and water bottles back to the office."
Owl nodded and pointed to the sports store.
"There are some duffle bags in there that you can grab. We can grab more supplies on the way back from the CD store."
Frank nodded and Owl continued on his way to the Food Court. He moved towards the back and started to pack the canned goods into his duffle bag, when he heard a noise behind him. He spun and aimed his pistol, scanning over everything behind him, when his eyes fell upon a single figure, who was staring at him.
"I see you are still alive… Why are you gathering so many cans? Feeding an army?"
Owl glared at the other teen.
"If you must know, James, I'm gather some supplies for the other survivors, because unlike you and your father, I actually care about other survivors."
James shrugged and looked around.
"If you must know, I am here looking for someone."
Owl felt a chill in his bones as the other teen's words.
"Whatever, just leave me out of this."
James smirked and lifted a shotgun.
"While, the problem is, I'm looking for you."
Owl frowned and moved swiftly, pulling his pistol and pointing it at James. He glared at James, who just smirked.
"Which do you think is faster? You're reaction, or my action?"
James moved his hand and Owl acted quickly, pulling the knife from his bag out and throwing it at the other teen, shifting his weight and rolling out of the way of the shotgun blast, which slammed into the spot he had just been resting. The knife hit James in the arm, causing the teen to loosen his grip on the shotgun. Owl took this chance to aim his pistol, and fire three swift shots into James' arm, causing the weapon to fall to the ground.
"You bastard!"
Owl moved forwards, forcing James to the ground and pressing his pistol to James' head.
"Are you going to leave me be, or should I finish you off right here?"
James glared at Owl, and looked at the doorway.
"TRUE EYE!"
Several men in rain coats entered the food court, and Owl leaned back a bit, firing most of his magazine at the men rushing towards him. He slammed the butt of his gun into James' face, shattering the teen's nose, and knocking the teen out. Owl then grabbed the shotgun, pointing it at the men and firing all of the shells at the remaining men. His hands burned and his shoulder was killing him, but he needed to get away from these insane bastards.
"What is going on, kid?"
Owl shifted his weight, tossing the shotgun behind the counter of one of the restaurants, causing it to land next to his duffle bag, which was full of canned goods. He pulled one of the M1911s from his messenger bag and fired at the last two cult members. He managed to take one down, while the other continued moving towards him.
"SHIT!"
Owl fell onto his back and the man swung his dagger down towards the fallen teen. Owl moved his hands and stopped the weapon from hitting his chest, and wrestled for control with the man.
"KID!"
A gunshot was heard and the cult member flopped onto Owl, the side of his head blown open.
"Are you okay?"
Owl pushed the body off of him and looked at his savior.
"Thanks… Sir."
The man from the Entrance Plaza and Security Office rushed towards Owl.
"It's Brad."
Owl took the extended hand and got up. His entire body was sore from firing the guns throughout the day. He needed to just go back and rest for a long while.
"Owl… Thanks for saving me."
Brad nodded and looked at the bodies around the teen.
"What did they want with you?"
Owl shrugged and looked for James, who was currently missing.
"The leader is a bit crazy, and the son was here a bit ago… It might have to do with my father constantly arresting him for all of the crazy things that he's done around town… But who knows, he never really did anything that made any sense."
Brad nodded and Owl pulled his walkie talkie out.
"Frank, Otis, I'm just gonna bring these supplies back to the office. I'm a bit tired after running around so much today. So I'm just going to get some sleep. I'll do more supply runs in the morning."
Owl slipped the backup pistol into his bag, and moved to grab the duffle bag behind the counter.
"Want me to walk back with you?"
Owl turned to Brad and nodded.
"I need to practice more with shooting… My shoulder and hands are killing me."
Brad nodded and after the teen had grabbed the shotgun and duffle bag, they started their walk back towards the security office. Owl reloaded the shotgun as they walked and held it out for Brad to take.
"Why are you carrying so many shells and bullets? Why carry so many weapons?"
Owl shrugged and focused on reloading his pistol, while Brad cleared the zombies that were getting too close.
"If I can help out, whether that be through keeping everyone supplied with weapons, or gathering food and water for the people in the security room. I have nothing left to lose, so there is no point in me sitting around the office with the others. They probably have lives outside of this city, while I have nothing. So if I can help them, then I might as well go through the motions."
Brad nodded and the pair entered the storage room, heading for the elevator.
"So, I'm going to assume you are going to be doing supply runs when you wake up… Try and get some blankets and maybe some sleeping bags. I don't know how many people are out there, but if you want to help, I'd focus on keeping enough food to last three days. A helicopter is coming in three days to get Frank and the rest of us."
Owl nodded and crawled through the vent, once in the security office he moved to store the cans and water.
"Kid, how are you holding up?"
Owl looked at Otis, and shrugged.
"I need to figure out what the hell that damn cult wants with me… Is it cool if I use one of the lockers to keep some of my personal stuff in? Mainly just a spare change of clothes, maybe my messenger bag, and a spare gun."
Otis nodded and moved over to the lockers under the stairs.
"You can use this one. You can have the key, and if you see any of the security guards out there, you should get their locker keys, cause I don't have half of them, and there might be something useful in them."
Owl nodded and Otis handed him the key to the locker, before walking off.
"Thanks, Otis."
He opened the locker and hung his rifle up on one side, and his messenger bag on the other side. He then moved with the duffle bag to the room he had stored the other cans and water. The random survivors that were around the security office.
"Kid, what were you doing out there alone?"
Owl looked at the man that was talking to him. He had a shotgun in his hands and focused on Owl.
"I was gathering supplies… I don't really have any family left alive, so I might as well go out there and help keep everyone here comfortable."
The man nodded and looked at the air vent.
"I might start doing supply runs as well… Where do you normally go to get the food and water?"
Owl stood up and brushed his knees off.
"While, I get them from the food court, but you should get a duffle bag from the sports store in Paradise Plaza. I'd fill it up and just go and get as many cans and water bottles as you can."
The man nodded and moved towards one of the other rooms.
"Thanks, kid."
Owl nodded and went to the bench, where he sat down and leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He needed to try and find James and the cult members tomorrow. But first he had to get some practice in with the weapons.