Elliot was fine with scavenging. It seemed safe enough. It was daytime at least and most infected tended to lurk in the shadows rather than in the sun. Still, he wasn't sure what he was expected to find in a Staples... He gave a shrug and stepped inside the building, eyes adjusting to the dim light - he could see but it wasn't as blaring as the noon sun. He kicked a can across the floor and waited to see if anything reacted to the sound. A few minutes passed and he deemed it safe enough to venture further in.

He found a whiskey bottle that seemed to be intact but when he picked it up he found that while the bottle wasn't broken, it wasn't full either. He broke the bottle and kept it in his hand, just in case. Around the corner, the sun shone through a window, illuminating a half-eaten body. Elliot screamed, thinking it was an infected but the corpse did not launch at him - instead it lay there, eyes seeming to focus on him, darting to and fro.

Blurgh.

There wasn't much for him to throw up at this point. It was mostly bile and it burnt his throat. He stumbled back and ran. In his haste, he got turned around and ended up in the copier room. He didn't notice the smell until he saw the pictures. Who would leave these here? He turn and ran. Whatever else might be in the building, he wasn't going to hang around to find out.

Upon returning to the bandits, he handed over the info. There wasn't anything worth bringing back in Staples.