Vess sighed, looting through a grocery store, cans strewn all over the place. Most of them were busted open and rotted, but he found a few cans of various useful foods, and he shoved them into his backpack, along with various other survival implements. As the smell intensified, he slipped on his gasmask, searching through the back of the store with a flashlight. He was pretty sure none of the light bled out through the back room, but he had been wrong before.