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[headthataway]

[Jim's back outside again, trying to find more food. He hasn't been having luck, and he's getting to that point where hunting down rats sounds like a good idea. He's digging around in back alleys, looking on the ragged side. It's not much surprise that his shirt is torn in a few places.]

There's got to be something...

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fffff of course his shirt is torn HE'S JIM

[zmbieskilledgod]

In the trash? Well, yeah, but it depends upon what you're looking for.

But he is WEARING IT ANYWAY~

[headthataway]

[He jumps up a little startled. Woah, Jim. Breathe. It's the middle of the day, no need to get jumpy.]

Food, weapons, clues on where the hell we are and how to get out. Anything, really.

Why on earth wouldn't he~? XD

[zmbieskilledgod]

[she takes a few steps closer to him, looking a little bit more closely at what he's working upon.]

Pretty much what everyone's looking for, then. And I'm guessing not a lot more in the way of luck?

Exaaactly!

[headthataway]

Nope. Nothing.

[He sighs, and sits back on his haunches.]

There will be, though. We just have to keep looking.