Harlan peaked out from behind the store counter noticing that whateve had made the notice had left rather quicky. Maybe that meant it was a survivor them? He had never seen an infected move fast unless it was chasing something. He marked it down as something to look into later after he dealt with his food situation. The corner store had been practically empty thanks to the looting and scaviging bu t luckily for him there was still something of use to him. He picked up can that was some kind of soup. He didn't care what flavor it was as long as it kept him from dying of starvation it was good enough for him. He ducked back behind the counter check if there was anymore food but instead found a smal revolver. The revolver was probably what the owner used to scare off any would-be robbers or something, but it was definitely loaded. There was no more ammo in sight but it'd make a decent backup weapon if he ever got into a bad spot.

Now that the corner store was done with, he could check out the noise from earlier. If it was another survivor maybe he'd be able to trade them for some food? Not like he had much to offer if they did though. He ran down the street keeping his eyes out for the source of the ealier noise. He was about to give up when a soft thud caught his attention. Well it was all or nothing now, he prayed he wasn't about I walk into some lone infected's lair. He moved down the block to the source of the noise, a boarded up pet store, while he wasn't proud to admit it, it made him hungry. The first thing he saw was a busted window with blood coating the edges, already setting off a red flag in his head telling him to run back to his rooftop. That was before he saw the girl inside holding down on a bleeding wound. He made his way inside carefully past the glass and boards. Carefully he walked over to her holding his gun with the barrel facing the ceiling as not to giver her the wrong idea. "Miss, are you alright?"