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Alistair found it odd that the door to the store was closed, so he banged on it a few times. He would've sworn he'd left it open just three hours ago. He turned to face Kenneth, the tall blonde ex-hunter with muscular build who he'd found stuck under a truck on his way from Miami to the North Colony. Since Alistair had helped him out, they'd become an unusual duo, and Kenneth did all the dirty work that Alistair couldn't, such as killing walkers with his Mossberg 500, or riding his beat-up motorcycle. In the mean-time, they'd been camping in this store for a few days as it still had some food inside and some gas to spare for Kenneth's motorbike.

"Have you got the key?" Alistair queried, to which Kenneth simply reacted by pulling the key out of his worn-out, faded jeans' pocket and using it to open the store. They got inside and closed the door behind them.

"Home sweet home." Alistair mused as he collapsed onto the inflatable mattress in the middle of the shop.