Jon stood there while the man moved. He only watched as his bag lit up on fire and he didn't notice that he was mashing his teeth together again. When the man walked away, Jon scrambled to his burning bag and flipped it with his foot. The flames got smaller, and he stomped his feet on it. When it was extinguished, he checked the content. One jacket burnt black. That fucking guy... He swung the bag away, knowing it was useless. He turned and watched the man get away, probably to the direction of the school he mentioned, and sighed. If Jon attacked, he'd probably be dead. The man was much older and looked stronger. Better to lose a little clothing than a piece of his body. Now all he had was a really long knife, and a little gun with a couple bullets. He had to search for supplies soon.
When there was no more sign of the man, Jon started jogging to the next street, his weapon ready to swing just in case. Then finally, he spotted a good place to look. The doors to the grocery was open, and he didn't hesitate to enter. In his mind, he prayed for it to be filled with food. He slipped out the revolver from his pocket and stepped inside the grocery while he kept it aimed straight ahead. To be sure, he banged the hilt of his knife against the entrance door. The sound echoed around the building, but after a few seconds, nothing came running. Jon headed forward towards the aisles when a moving figure made him jump.
It was the girl from the building, the one with orange hair. She was grabbing food, and hadn't noticed him yet. He pointed his gun for insurance and waited.