Devault had been sitting in the back corner of the supermarket the entire time the mist had been there, and had never really moved. He'd heard arguements, he'd heard orders being shouted, but nothing seemed to phase him. It was lik ehe was in his own little world, a world filled with nothing. For the first time in a while, he groaned and stood up, looking behind him and seeing the employees only sign on the door he'd been leaning against. Well, he was sure employees, if there were any here, wouldn't bother him if he went there anyways.
He turned his attention towards the front of the supermarket, his emaciated frame seeming to shake from the very effort of simple walking. Sure enough, there had been another arguement, apparently over a dropped can. Sheesh, people just needed to calm down, it was pure idiocy just to fight amongst themslves in ehre... Hadn't they seen any horror flicks?
Just like before, he stood there leaning against a shelf, just watching.