Sticking his head inside the truck, Allistor grinned to himself.   The keys were in the ignition.  Not only that, but the key ring held several keys.  Crossing his fingers, he put away the shotgun and took the keys.   Moving to the back door, he tried one after another until one of them worked!

Allistor opened the door, wincing as it struck a bell hung above.  He let the door close and locked it behind him.   Re-arming himself with his shotgun, he made his way slowly through each aisle, then checked the back rooms.  Pleased to find a clean bathroom, he used the facilities.  The tank was only good for one flush, but that was all he needed.

Back out in the main room, he just stood there and drooled for a while.  He could arm three times the number of people living at the Warren with just what he could see here.  And he’d found a storage room in the back with a locked gate.  Peering through the bars he saw dozens of crates and boxes that he assumed held more weapons.

But what he was most excited about were the bows and crossbows.  These were effective ranged weapons that packed a punch but made very little noise.  In this new world, it seemed like making noise was like ringing the dinner bell.

Moving to the front shelves, his eyes locked on an old Fred Bear compound bow.  The lines just spoke to him.  Taking it in hand, he tested the weight and the pull.  It felt good in his grip.  The bow went into his ring along with a hip quiver and twenty arrows.  After a moment, he added a second full quiver.  There were more Bear Archery bows and one crossbow.  He snagged that as well, along with a whole box of bolts.

When that was done, he opened the display case and grabbed a Desert Eagle .50 just because the gun was legendary.   He found a couple boxes of the large rounds and put them in storage as well.   He helped himself to a pair of nasty looking combat knives with sheaths and put one on his hip.  The other he stuck down in his boot.

Looking around the store, there were so many things he wanted.  But he tried to stick to useful items.   He found a couple camp stoves with small propane tanks.  An assortment of fishing poles with various kinds of tackle.   He chose three poles and filled a large tackle box with lures, monofilament line, leaders, pliers, sinkers, a couple scaling knives, and anything else that looked useful.  Those all went into his ring as well.

Over to one side, he found several traps hung on a wall.  Thinking they might be useful if he had to camp outside, he grabbed several, including two huge spring-loaded bear traps.  Those he placed in a large duffle that he grabbed off a shelf.  They could ride in the back of the truck.