Day 49: The Pet Supply Place
The bus ride had passed quickly enough, and then the moment of truth had come. The town, rather than being torn to shreds by rioting patients and the crazed undead, was more or less in good order. That was what Harvey had figured when he'd first exited the bus, anyway. His second thought had been that he was glad he had a raincoat. The drizzle was mild, but it would probably get worse before long and he didn't need his bandages getting soaked.
Which meant that his third thought was get cover, and the logical place to go was the pet supply store he'd been dragged into during that insane night. He wanted to see if there was any clue as to what had happened. His bet was no, but it was something to do and he needed to be sure.
The sheriff's office was another option, but Harvey was intending to avoid that place. If, by some weird turn of events, they knew about what he'd taken, then he was going to stay as far away as he could.
So, against all odds, he ended up entering the pet store for the second time. He noticed one of those damn smiley faces painted on the side of the building as he entered. Which was odd, but hell if he knew what it meant. The interior of the store looked pretty damn different in the day, but the first thing Harvey did was head over to where Jones and Franziska had grabbed those leashes. Honestly, he couldn't tell if there were less than there should have been. Here was where his inactivity that night bit him in the ass.
What he did notice was that one of the workers in the store was giving him the evil eye. The guy didn't look like he'd gotten his coffee for the morning, either. For a moment, Harvey had to wonder. Was this the one who'd attacked them then? Did the drone know, on some subconscious level, about what had happened?
Harvey paused, shook his head, and looked away. He couldn't fall into Landel's trap. If he kept on with thoughts like that, then he definitely would.
[Terry!]
Which meant that his third thought was get cover, and the logical place to go was the pet supply store he'd been dragged into during that insane night. He wanted to see if there was any clue as to what had happened. His bet was no, but it was something to do and he needed to be sure.
The sheriff's office was another option, but Harvey was intending to avoid that place. If, by some weird turn of events, they knew about what he'd taken, then he was going to stay as far away as he could.
So, against all odds, he ended up entering the pet store for the second time. He noticed one of those damn smiley faces painted on the side of the building as he entered. Which was odd, but hell if he knew what it meant. The interior of the store looked pretty damn different in the day, but the first thing Harvey did was head over to where Jones and Franziska had grabbed those leashes. Honestly, he couldn't tell if there were less than there should have been. Here was where his inactivity that night bit him in the ass.
What he did notice was that one of the workers in the store was giving him the evil eye. The guy didn't look like he'd gotten his coffee for the morning, either. For a moment, Harvey had to wonder. Was this the one who'd attacked them then? Did the drone know, on some subconscious level, about what had happened?
Harvey paused, shook his head, and looked away. He couldn't fall into Landel's trap. If he kept on with thoughts like that, then he definitely would.
[Terry!]