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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 20 - 2/4 | DATE: October 11th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Motel ==> Weaton's Storage in London, England

The morning had been interrupted by little Red suddenly barging in and forcing everybody out of bed. A rude awakening to be sure, but she seemed irritated beyond all reason, so it was best not to quip about it and just go along with her. Crazy woman... He had no idea that they would wake up just to walk three hours in the destroyed streets of London. She is definitely crazy... Sweat was dripping off of Sam's forehead as they continued to walk.

They finally reached a storage complex called "Weaton's Storage". Three hours to get to this place which had been, for the most part, intact. Little Red would probably have some extra cash stashed there and perhaps a car they could drive. The same as in Philadelphia. Well, at least they would have something they could use to get stuff. When they got to little Red's storage unit, she pushed the door up, revealing a dark 20' x 20' square room. She went in and turned on the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It provided some dim lighting, but they could at least see in the room.

The unit itself was arranged very differently from the one in Philadelphia. One of the biggest differences he could not was that there was a row of floor to ceiling lockers on the left wall. There was a car in the unit as well, though it didn't look like it was big enough to fit everyone of them. Still, having a mode of transportation would be little more helpful. Although, the destroyed streets of London may not let them go wherever they wanted to. A nuisance.

No... I can't like that. I won't be with them for that much longer. I'll be gone tomorrow... I can leave them behind tomorrow. Red'll be dead, and White is coming with me. End of story...

"Everyone, find the locker with your name on it -- your angelic name -- and then look at this paper here for your title. The combination next to it belongs to your locker and the sequence has to be entered in before unlocking it with the key." Ooh, fancy lockers with security precautions. Sam had seen more secure stuff in his life time, but he didn't really comment on it too much. He just complied with Red's instructions. Sam found his locker, with Abaddon written on it, entered the combination that was listed and unlocked it with the key. He opened it and inside was an antique-looking, wooden box.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" He opened the box. What lay inside confused him. It was a dinky looking wand. A wand like Red's? Wait, then that means... He picked up the wand and it transformed into a sword in his hand. The sword form looked very familiar. In fact, he had seen it fairly recently. In one of his dreams, where he gave it to someone. Take it. To remember me by.

He gripped the handle of the sword tightly, admiring the blade of it. You just had to make this hard on me, didn't you?

 

Lu hovered over the bed of the hotel room. She glared down at the figure, her brows knit into an angry crease. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. She was a mixture of annoyed and angry. Why was he sleeping so damn late? He never seemed to sleep this late. Annoying. Her hand came down across Alistair's face. "Wake up!" She demanded. Temeluchas hooked her talon nail on the the collar of his shirt and effortlessly pulled him up into a seated position. "What exactly do you think you are doing here in Norway?" She seethed. It was clear Lu was pissed. It was readible on her face. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her shirt wrinkling around the waist, and cracked the knuckles in her hands as she folded them over her lap.

 

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The sudden force to his face instantly awoken the silver haired aristocrat and before he knew it he was up in a seated position. Last night was a blur and just looking down he realized he was still in his suit. He was not one to sleep in, but Alistair did so regardless. Lu's appearance was not a real surprise but it was unexpected and he did enjoy seeing her arrive like this.

Letting out a yawn his lazy eyes glanced over at her and he gave her a soft smile "well good morning to you too" Alistair said. The anger she was feeling was cute, but he was quite curious about why she was feeling so upset about it. "Come now, why not? You didn't say I had to stick around in one place and I grew bored sitting around..." Alistair said before scratching the back of his head "Honestly why are you so worked up? Its not like a heartless powerless human like me can do any harm" Alistair said with the smile not changing at all.

 

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Friday, October 11nd, 2013 ---Day: 20 | 2/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra had said next to nothing since she left Albany. At first it had been in confusion, and just to listen and hear what she possibly did not know. But after the plane malfunctioned and she was saved by an angel, she was in a shock she was not able to recover from due to the earthquake.​

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When the earthquake happened, she awoke in panic. She had been in an earthquake once before, when on a trip in California, where it was common. Never had she heard of an earthquake in England, not that she payed much attention to the natural disaster reports there, but she knew how to react. She did not have time to duck in cover before she was pulled out of the door by Hana, the only other conscious person in the room, and was concerned for Joslyn and Hay Sun. They made it out safely by luck though, but Cassandra was still horrified.​

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On random occasions Cassandra would distance herself from the group for a bit, just to cry to herself quietly and think about why she was there. Was there even a real reason? Everything was much more dangerous than she thought it would be, and she didn't want to go on an airplane again. She had enough of airplanes for one life. But at the same time, Cassandra just wanted to go home. She didn't bother to ask for training, she didn't even have the thought occur to her at all.​

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Hana woke them up one day, seemingly in a bad mood, but she was not sure just how bad of a mood she was but she wasn't prepared to test it. Cassandra got the stuff she still had and hurried out as fast as she could.​

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They all walked for hours, and Cassandra at this point was barefoot. She lived in Manhattan for so long and was used to walking around in heels for hours on end, but that wasn't the reason why. Her right heel broke during the earthquake as she ran outside, so to keep things even she took off the shoes and put them in her bag. She lost the pair of shoes she brought on the plane, so she would have to fix the heels or get new shoes at some other point.​

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They got up to a storage unit, and Cassandra looked around it. There was a tiny car, plenty of lockers, and a couple of other things strewn about. While Hana opened up a safe, Cassandra was snooping around looking for shoes. When Hana opened up the safe she told them to find the locker with their angel names on it then come to her for the key. Cassandra obeyed without question and walked over to the lockers and found the one labeled "Metatron". She stared at it for about a minute before she walked over to Hana and asked for the key.​

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She opened it up and pulled out a box. The box was gorgeous, and she couldn't help but admire it for quite some time before she actually opened it up. Inside was a wand, it so appeared. She looked up to see Samuel pick it up and it transformed into a sword. After a moment she reached her and in and did the same.​

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She found herself holding the sword, she stared at it in a disbelief. It was light in her hand, she had expected it to be heavier based on what it looked like. She moved it around and looked at it with much detail, it felt very familiar to her, too familiar. It got to the point where a name popped into her head, as though it were a friend from another lifetime. For the first time in a few days, she finally spoke, softly to the sword she said, "Hello Hasah... it is very nice to see you again..."​

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"Come now, why not? You didn't say I had to stick around in one place and I grew bored sitting around..." Alistair said before scratching the back of his head "Honestly why are you so worked up? Its not like a heartless powerless human like me can do any harm." Alistair said with the smile not changing at all.

Lu rose to her feet, her back to him. Her arms folded over her chest and she strode across the room, ripping open the curtains. "Are you enjoying yourself Alistair?" She asked, facing the window. "I care little to which means you use to pass the time, except when you interfere." Her tone was sharp. Her nails dug into her arms to the point of drawing blood. Drops of scarlet stained the long white sleeves. "Just because I seized control of your heart, doesn't mean you are powerless. On the contrary, now it can make you stronger. You won't have to be distracted by silly things like emotions. You can focus wholeheartedly on regaining your power."

She turned to face him. There was a scowl on her face and the blackout drapes slammed shut behind her. With one silent step forward, she was across the room and leaning over the silver-haired Irishman. "Unless you can pursuade me," she purred, "then I may consider helping you like I helped the others, but I doubt you have it in you." Her voice was low and sultry, but cut sharply at the end. She leaned back on her heels and slipped her hands into the from pockets of her jeans. "Get out of bed. You're going back to Henrik's, correct?" Lu raised an eyebrow. "I'm coming with, but don't worry. I won't interrupt your frivolous playdate. I'm meerly going to observe in the shadows." She waved her hands and smole surrounded her. With a snap of her fingers, it was gone.

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 20 ----- Mood: Infuriated/Aroused ----- Location: Club/Service House -----​

The club was calm and quiet, but soon the customers would be pouring in. They always started to roll in around six or seven at night. For now, though, only a few were at the bar having a drink. The bartender gave a nod at Decimus as he passed, which meant that he wanted him to kick that kid’s ass.

He nodded back with a serious face. His displeasure was seething. Two security henchmen followed behind him as he made his way through the building.

That f*cking kid is going to pay.

Faint cries could be heard from the back as the three entered through the door to the basement. It seemed like he had already got a little bit of a beating. Served him right, after all. Decimus rounded the corner and stared intensely at the boy. He was around twenty-two of age with brown hair. A black T-shirt covered his torso and dark blue jeans covered his legs. His sniffs could be heard from the other side of the room. Blood was dried on his nose and cheek. It was either from the fight between him and the guards or a little beating after being restrained.

“Well, well, well, what do I have here?”

“Please Mister! I didn’t mean any harm!” The boy cried, “I was drunk!”

A chuckle left Decimus’ twisted smile. “You think that begging will save you? You? A pathetic little disrespectful kid? Don’t waste your breath.” He lifted up the boy’s chin to look into his brown eyes. “You are nothing but an irritating little speck that deserves nothing.” He let go of the boy’s chin and stepped to the side. His right hand turned into a fist. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

“Please!”

The fist connected to the boy’s stomach, making him spit out blood.

“This may take a while if you two want to go keep an eye on the club.”

“Yessir.”

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An hour later Decimus came out of the basement, wiping his hands from blood. He went up to one of his henchmen.

“Throw the scumbag near the port. I don’t want him anywhere near me.”

“Right away, Boss.”

The guard left and Decimus headed for the front door. His car was waiting for him outside. He jumped in and headed towards the service house.

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When he got there his mistresses were waiting just inside in their most elegant silk robes. Feeling a little relieved, he took a hip in each arm. Their arms wrapped around him and he growled in pleasure of the thought of what would be to come. Vincent came out of the office.

“Make sure no one bothers me. If I need something I will call for it. Also, keep the rooms next to us vacant.”

“You betcha sir.”

“Good. See you tomorrow.”

Decimus led the two women up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

 

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To say the least Alistair was immensely excited to hear about this certain powered being able to awaken, and quite easily to boot. Maybe he was over thinking all this and maybe all he needed was to figure this all out himself. He didn't know exactly were to start, but knowing is half the battle. He knew that the time where they would need his powers was starting to draw, so the excitement grew even more.

Tempy was certainly throwing a tantrum and Alistair had no idea why she was that upset. "Oi! if your gonna get this pissed then at least save it for when I actually screw shit up" Alistair said as he rest both arms on his thighs. Was she really that scared that he screwed stuff up? In his eyes it was funny that she said to cast away emotions when an angel such as herself freely let them run. All he knew was this was probably not even close to the full extent of her wrath.

Hearing her say she would help him made him raise his eyebrow, but soon enough Alistair only chuckled and shook his head "heh you tease" Alistair said with a smirk. Alistair really wasn't one for debts and if she did help him out there was surly something bad for him and good for her....well something worse than losing his heart. With all the excitement, it soon plummeted and Alistair could only let out a sigh and shake his head. Just hearing about her coming with him was such a turn off and he was quite disappointing. "Welp all the fun just went poof!" Alistair said with another sigh as he got up with a groan. Now going towards Henrik's place felt like a chore and despite how pissed the man would be after finding out Tempy was with him, Alistair merely decided to go.

"Very well Tempykins...shall we depart?" Alistair said before exiting the hotel and began his merry way out to the streets and towards the residence of Henrik. With a sigh Alistair merely nodded on the door once more and awaited the arrival of Henrik.

 

"Welp all the fun just went poof!" Alistair sighed.

"Good," she snapped. This wasn't meant to provide him entertainment. She could care less about his happiness. Lu returned to her spot at the window and scowled down at the world below.

There was movement and Alistair climbed out of bed. Her back was still to him when his voice called out. "Very well Tempykins...shall we depart?" He said before exiting.

Lu spun on her heel, brow creased, but he was already out the door. How dare he! Was that supposed to be some sort of cutesy pet name?! No one gives Temeluchas pet names! That name didn't even make sense. Tempykins? What the fuck was that about? She was seething. Screw taking the time to follow after and go the mortal way. She snapped her fingers and was surrounded in mist. A moment later Henrik's house stood before her. She sat cross-legged down on the lawn, glamoured and out of sight. After what seemed like forever, Alistair came walking up and knocked on the door. About time ...

 

After the rude awakening curtsey of Hana, they finally left and headed somewhere else. The walk itself took quite sometime, causing him to wonder just wheat exactly where they were going. Surely if it was taking them this long to reach their destination, it had to either be important or really far away from where they were staying at.

Eventually they reached their destination, a storage unit of some kind. Well that answer the 'Where were they going' question. One step inside and he was curious as to who built this place. Compared to the other storage units he's been to ( which wasn't maybe, but still) this one was pretty fancy. Though the next thing that brought attention to his eyes was the locker. According to Hana, they had there angel names on them. So with the key he was given in hand, he headed towards his locker.

It took a moment but when he got his locker opened, he found himself staring at the box inside in. The contents of the box was a wand which cause him to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Though it made sense, or rather a bit more sense, when the staff itself turned into a sword. "Okay, I guess I'll call you Garda de Fier."

 

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Alistair was really not feeling in the mood to really even speak to him now but now that Tempy practically forced him to, Alistair was here and before the man. Henrik's reply was blunt and to the point and clearly gave the message that he didn't want to bother with Alistair. Regardless Alistair felt the man was a fool for wishing to work alone like this and even more of a fool to try and not learn as much as he could about the situation.

Regardless of all this, Alistair merely resting his back and sighed nonchalantly as closed his eyes before opening his eyes "hmmm...not the nicest way to greet somebody now is it..." Alistair said before opening one eye and looking over his shoulder "To be honest I really lost interest in coming here, but Tempy here just looooooves you to bits and when up and practically begged me to come here" Alistair said as he pointed his thumb behind him "You should say hello, come now there is no reason to be shy....honestly your acting like a little school girl" Alistair said before opening both eyes and stared over at Henrik "Honestly she might be grumpy cause the red haired girl and her cavalry are beginning to come...but then again...this is Tempy we are talking about...she is grumpy about everything" Alistair said with a smirk

 

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Temeluchas sat in the grass bored. It seemed like an eternity before Henrik finally answered the door. Even when he did, she didn't bother looking up. Lu picked at the blades of grass absently. Everywhere she touched, a small patch of grass would die out and blacken. How disappointing. Could she keep anything alive? It wasn't like she cared all that much, it was just less fun to pick dead grass than it was living.

"What is it?" Henrik asked bluntly, breaking her from her daze.

"hmmm...not the nicest way to greet somebody now is it..." Alistair said.

She could hear there conversation clearly, so Lu didn't bother looking up. If she had, then she would have seen him pointing over his shoulder at her.

"To be honest I really lost interest in coming here, but Tempy here just looooooves you to bits and when up and practically begged me to come here." There it was with the damn Tempy again. What the fuck was that supposed to be about? He really was asking to die, wasn't he?

I should just gut him. It would be easy...

"You should say hello, come now there is no reason to be shy....honestly your acting like a little school girl." Alistair said.

What? Lu's head snapped up to see Alistair looking in her general direction -- not that he could pinpoint her exact location with her glamour. Her eyebrow twitched and she could feel the features on her face contorting into outrage. How dare he!

"Honestly she might be grumpy cause the red haired girl and her cavalry are beginning to come...but then again...this is Tempy we are talking about...she is grumpy about everything." He actually had the audacity to smirk!

Her heart beat furiously in her chest and anger bubbled up inside of Lu. Her face was flushed and her whole skin felt like it was on fire -- it could have been, but she didn't bother to check. Brown hair floated around her shoulders as she rose to her feet. Alistair had a death wish, and she very willing to grant it. Screw the orders! There were plenty more that could replace him. The air sizzled and popped as the glamour vanished and in one step she was across the lawn with her hand around his throat.

Lu pushed forward, slamming Alistair into a tree. "You really do find yourself amusing, don't you?" With her free hand, she snapped and the mist swirled up around them. "Talking time with Henrik is over," she seethed. It engulfed them and blackness was all that was left visible.

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 20 (4/4)\\\///October 11th, 2013\\\///Location: UK (Streets/Random Buildings)\\\///Mood: What was I thinking?\\\

Brandon was quickly regretting his journey a whole twenty minutes into it but figured that he had gone too far to walk back those....twenty minutes. As such he stopped when his watch told him that he had been walking for a good seven hours. As fit as Brandon was walking for seven hours straight was not a pleasurable experience at all. Not to mention he had been dribbling his tennis ball for a good deal of the walk making his arm sore as well. Well this was all peaches, butterflies and um....some other metaphorical thing that could mean fun. Brandon was regretting it while he walked for he had no food at all, no money at all, and best of all no real map knowledge of anything. He had only one option when night rolled around the corner. And that was bust into some random building and camp out for the night.

The store he so happened to bust into was still in decent shape and left Brandon in awe. It was heaven on earth...minus there being no food in there at all. It was a deserted sporting goods store. Brandon runned immediately to completely and totally loot the store. It wasn't stealing if you didn't get caught right? Furthermore he had been using the same sneaker for two years making them completely worn out and he only had a single racket and tennis ball. He also had like no bag to store anything in. So he basically came out with two cans filled with four tennis balls each, a second racket, a new pair of sneakers, workout clothing, and a duffel bag. Brandon was loving the trip already, totally not concerned with the fact he just did something totally illegal. Furthermore he was lucky enough to find more crushed food in other house rubble. Happy day. With all the walking and looting that he did though, Brandon felt pretty tired and as such fell asleep...in the sporting goods store...on top of a "mattress" of duffle bags.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 20 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Friday ⦙ October 11, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Storage Unit] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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Hana pulled out another box and then shuttled everyone to the nearest motel. She took them in two groups, leaving the second behind in the storage unit until the rooms were checked in. Then she came back for the others and sealed up the unit. She locked away the keys and went to bed at the motel feeling unsettled. Something bad was going to happen...

 

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Friday, October 11nd, 2013 ---Day: 20 |4/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra did not make it into the car the first time, she was in the second round. While waiting for Hana to get back, she had searched around for shoes, and found a pair of shoes 2 sizes above her own, she found it better than walking barefoot anyway. After putting on the shoes she picked up the wooden box again and traced the designs on the box for a while before she put it into her bag.​

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Something didn't feel right to Cassandra as she sat in the car, and it wasn't spiritual phenomenon. She forgot she wasn't in America, and almost screamed at Hana to get on the correct side of the road, but she was on the correct side. It didn't matter, Cassandra did not like cars anyway. It was the reason she stuck to public transportation in the first place.​

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When they got to the motel and she had gotten into a bed, the second Cassandra closed her eyes, all the events that had led up to the moment strolled through her head, and the repetition of the man saying He Rises wouldn't stop. Cassandra covered her head with a pillow and cried quietly as she fell asleep.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 20 - 4/4 | DATE: October 11th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Little Red brought them all back to the motel in separate groups due to the size of her car. He ended up getting in the first group of people to be brought to the motel. Truth is, he wanted to be in his room as quickly as possible, so he forced his way into the car for the first group. He needed a lot of time to think. A lot of time. There were things he needed to consider, especially about his deal with Chicken Wings.

After getting back to the motel, he went into his room and lay on the bed dazed. What do I do... What the hell do I do? He was extremely conflicted. The wand that he held in his hand now was given to him by little Red, who had received it from him a long, long time ago. He had given it to her for her to remember him by. No... no no no no... This isn't good... I've tried my whole life to be a man of my word... but... Sam was honestly considering not keeping up his end of the bargain now. He was getting sentimental. He needed to decide tomorrow, his deadline. With so much going on in his head, he went to sleep.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 20 - 4/4 | DATE: October 11th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Joslyn had gone back to the motel with Hana in the second group. She had no idea what to do with her wand-like thing that she got. But it doesn't matter. She went to the bed and climbed into it. There was nothing else she had to do in particular. So with nothing else in mind, she slowly attempted to fall asleep.

 

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Before Alistair could even react he found himself being pinned against the tree in pure anger. At this point Alistair could even tell that he was starting to push his luck at this point and that soon enough he would die. Alistair never feared death and should it arrive for him then he would welcome it with open arms. Darkness enveloped him, but soon enough to his surprise he returned to his own room. Blinking in surprise, Alistair chuckled and merely headed to sleep. It was a fun trip for him

 

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DAY 21 ​

Saturday, October 12th, 2013​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 21 (1/4)\\\///October 12th, 2013\\\///Location: UK (Streets)\\\///Mood: More Adventure!\\\

Today was a day much like none other than Brandon had experienced before. He woke up and totally forget of his brilliant exploits he did yesterday. He didn't really understand why he was sleeping on a bag of duffel bags in what appeared to be a sporting goods store when he looked down and saw the shoes he looted and remembered everything. What a fun..night that was. Day not so much. He ate a bag of chips (also looted) and stood up. He put on his new sweat gear and sneakers, grabbed his brand new duffel bag and started hobbling towards the exit. His legs were still pretty sore but he decided that he would go on his journey regardless. He still had no real stopping point in mind and no real end goal. Just walking and wandering on a journey of ~self discovery~ or some shit like that. That'd probably be the excuse he uses if his mother ever asked what the hell he was thinking when he went on this stupid journey.

As he left he felt stupid because he still had no money and totally didn't loot the register. Granted that might've already been looted and he was still feeling next to no remorse at all for doing illegal stuff because this was post apocalyptic video game world he was walking through. Like actually he hadn't come across another soul in awhile and it was a tad unnerving though thinking on it he didn't really know what he would do. On one hand they could totally be friendly and nice and on the other hand they could be complete psycho zombies or something. But what were the chance of psychotic cannibals running around the UK now. He laughed at that little thought and kept on walking with the only goal being, till nightfall.