[Going into a building on its side is quite disorienting. There's stuff all over the floor, so Ivar has to be careful not to trip and fall. He doesn't need to have his experience here in this strange place start off with breaking one of his bones. He lets Robbie do his own thing while he goes down a different aisle.
He decides water is more paramount then food right now. Maybe there might be something they can hunt, but he's not seen any natural water sources. He goes down the aisles, made much shorter with the shelves standing vertical instead of their normal horizontal positions.
He sorts through the junk with his crutch, not finding anything of value until he finds a small backpack, one of those cheaply made ones with shiny rainbow butterflies on it usually meant for kids. While he's never seen a zipper before, he quickly understands the concept. Alright, this will be useful. They will need bags or sacks to carry anything they find in. He loops it around his free arm and continues down the aisle.
Reaching the end he comes to the cases which once held all the drinks. Anything made of glass has mostly shattered, but the plastics have survived intact. He sifts through them. The multicolored drinks he doesn't trust, so he leaves those be. Finally, he finds some clear plastic bottles with what is most definitely water inside. He cracks one open. It's lukewarm and has that plastic-like taste like it's been sitting there for a decade or so, but it is indeed water. He calls out to Robbie.]
Watn!
[Then he sets the backpack down, filling it up with as many water bottles as will comfortably fit in there.]
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He decides water is more paramount then food right now. Maybe there might be something they can hunt, but he's not seen any natural water sources. He goes down the aisles, made much shorter with the shelves standing vertical instead of their normal horizontal positions.
He sorts through the junk with his crutch, not finding anything of value until he finds a small backpack, one of those cheaply made ones with shiny rainbow butterflies on it usually meant for kids. While he's never seen a zipper before, he quickly understands the concept. Alright, this will be useful. They will need bags or sacks to carry anything they find in. He loops it around his free arm and continues down the aisle.
Reaching the end he comes to the cases which once held all the drinks. Anything made of glass has mostly shattered, but the plastics have survived intact. He sifts through them. The multicolored drinks he doesn't trust, so he leaves those be. Finally, he finds some clear plastic bottles with what is most definitely water inside. He cracks one open. It's lukewarm and has that plastic-like taste like it's been sitting there for a decade or so, but it is indeed water. He calls out to Robbie.]
Watn!
[Then he sets the backpack down, filling it up with as many water bottles as will comfortably fit in there.]