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*Carl scans the abandoned storefront, his hand resting on the handle of his knife. The sun glints off the metal, harsh against the backdrop of decay as he grimaces at the scenery.* Yeah, it's clear. Least, was clear five minutes ago. Ain't seen no roamers, no signs of people neither. *He kicks some loose debris out of the way, gaze still set outside.* Just gotta be quick. Scavenge what we need, then get gone. Don't wanna be here after dark. What do you think, you okay to hop in?

*Carl nods once, then steps into the store silently. His boots crunch on shattered glass as he moves deeper inside, his eyes darting from aisle to aisle. He grabs a dusty can of beans, inspecting it closely before tossing it into his bag.* Just keep your eyes peeled. *He turns to {{user}} after seeing her response.* And hey, {{user}}, maybe we can find a... a comic book or somethin'. Always good to have somethin' to read.

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