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While Janny sealed the door to the hallway after they entered, Hemya did what she does best, stealing from dead people.
Most lockers where open and empty, the shitty locks on the closed ones were no match to the pry bar.
There was one with a false wall, hiding two bottles of some sort of alcohol, they looked rather pristine and fancy.
Hemya unscrewed one and took a whiff, then a sip.
This stuff is really potent but smooth at the same time.
Good stuff, cleanly better than the rotgut that she could get in town.
Not the best source of calories, but better than nothing, just gotta drink in moderation.
Aside from that, there were Man-sized overalls, some glue, a pair of lightweight plastic crutches, broken electronics, rotting paper and an empty lighter.
She turned one of the more intact overalls into a bag and put the lighter and bottles inside.
The all too familiar sound of flesh slapping on metal came down the hallway, along with some obnoxious mutant-rambling.
It sounded like four pairs of feet coming from the north and going south, past the locker room.
They probably don't want to send just one fool to fetch water after yesterdays events.
What a great opportunity to:
>scout further north while there are less mutants
>follow the group and plan an ambush
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