Cream, the best thing they’d seen in a few days.

Sarah’s eyes light up: Ice Cream!

Tommy: Yeah… half price so I couldn’t resist!

Brian pulls back the mechanism in the rifle to check it out thoroughly and Tommy drops his shoulders as the old man’s posture changes. He knows from the look he gets back that his efforts were in vain. It’s empty. Brian places it off to one side, as if laying a dead puppy to rest, and holds the water bottle up so Tommy can rinse his hands. It was worth the risk, a weapon like that could have been useful.

They lie on the roof a little while later, stuffing chunks of bread in to their mouths