Glancing up and down the street to check that its all clear he drops to the street and sprints towards the doorway. Like every other building he’d been in the place is a mess.

But this one seems different, familiar almost. The boxes of stock from the shelves lie across the floor, scattered like confetti as the shelving unit was pulled over. He remembers now.

This was where he woke up after he left the swarm, a brief flashback while in the shoe store. He is embarrassed that he’d behaved like the other looters who’d destroyed everything and pulls the shelving unit back to its upright position. As if it would somehow make up for his transgression. He leans against the shelf almost apologetically.