Chapter 9: Scavenging

Since I arrived at this place it wasn't long before I was sent to work, apparently this place is some sort of dominion for "Him". It has a certain feel to it, I've been told to watch my back at all times. We cant fight him, people have tried and have gotten themselves killed because of it. I've been sent out to look for supplies, the bastard thought it would have been funny to send me out the day after I got here.

I sighed in annoyance, "so where are we going now?"

I had been paired with Ricky so that he could show me the ropes of how things work around here. "You fuckin' serious man? I told you were out looking for supplies, I've seen an old super market we can go to."

"Why not just set up camp in the market?" I asked

"Well put it this way, if the tall guy shows up where we get all our food from wouldn't that expose us? He could wait there any time to catch us off guard."

"Ah okay that makes sense."

We carried on walking until we got to a Tesco super market, it looked pretty run down though. The trolleys were covered in rust, the windows were smashed and bordered up and the place reeked of terror.

"Oh... well it doesn't looked like anybodies been murdered here does it..."

"Well it ain't like we got a choice is it? Besides once Becca gets cookin you can barely taste the expiration date hahaha."

"Don't make me feel more sick, just looking at this place turns my stomach inside out."

Ricky used a crowbar to open the main doors. The place looked like a scene from silent hill, except with less blood and more darkness. We started packing our bags with all the food we could see, I thought nothing of it, like grocery shopping but Ricky seemed to enjoy himself, the look on his face made you think he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Okay that's all of it, lets look for some treats for our selves while we're at it" he winked at me

"Are you sure about that? I mean they are supplies, wouldn't it be wasting?"

Ricky froze and looked back at me like I was speaking a foreign language. "Don't be such a goody-goody all your life mate, learn to enjoy yourself while you still have it. Stay here I'll be right back."

He disappeared into the maze of aisles, I just stood there like he said. About 10 minutes had gone before he came running back with his tong out and a shopping basket full of alcohol and ice cream. "jackpot!" he shouted as he ran over.

Time had passed and we had already eaten the ice cream and went through a six pack of beer, we were both exhausted from all the walking and searching we had to do to fill a couple of duffel bags full of food and medication .

"Hey Ricky?"

"Yeah Mason?"

"Do you think we will escape this?"

Ricky stood up and started stretching. "Pfff how the hell should I know? Im just gonna have as much fun as I can before I die."

We both started laughing but I stopped when I felt the beer go right through me. "Hey im gonna go take a leak, be right back mate."

"Sure, don't take too long though. This place gives me the creeps."

As I left to go to the toilet Ricky was sat on a bench a few metres away from the entrance. He rummaged through the basket for another beer when something caught his eye, like a spectre of darkness had passed one of the aisles in front of him. Overwhelmed with curiosity he started to follow where it had led, going through each gap the aura had weaved through until he came to a stop. Sweat ran down his forehead when he realised he was staring at a page, the thing that determines life and death...