Roman sat on a sidewalk and lit up a cigarette that he found on his old friend's things. This was his first stick since the virus started, but there was nothing left to do. A few hours ago he had a decent companion but now he's alone again with nothing but a good knife and a revolver and no ammo. He inhaled more smoke, feeling relieved already. It reminded him of the days when he would abandon a party to sneak a cigarette just outside, and it felt normal. But he knew he couldn't stay here too long, so he pushed himself up and pulled out his knife that stuck out from his bag, ready for any danger. Slowly, he trudged around the city, searching for somewhere to stay before something gets to him. Immediately, he spotted a store, not knowing that someone else was in there. He checked on it and was able to enter. It was almost empty, but he stood in an aisle and chucked a can of soup open with his mini switch knife. Within a minute, all of it was consumed, so Roman threw it away along with his finished cigarette. The can hit the wall with a clang and another when it hit the floor.
After dropping a few more items into his bag, he walked around. Inside, he noticed the closed door at the back. Being careful, he kept the blade in his right hand then knocked on the door once.
"Hello?" He raised his voice a little so that if someone were inside, they'd hear, but not loud enough for zombies to start running to him.
He tried knocking a couple more times and waited for a response from the other room.