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One of the laundry bins had something in it! With excitement, Emmanuel lifted it out and used it to stabilize the laundry bins so they stopped flopping over. It worked, and Emmanuel stared proudly at his work for all of two seconds before deciding it was time to report that he had finished so he could go back to trying to master the paddle ball.

At least it was sort of like a challenging video game, right?

Total: 38/30

Emmanuel decided that he would head back to that nearby convenience store. It looked like it had plenty of things in there last time. Perhaps he could get lucky and find some useful things in there again.

The first thing he found was not terribly useful, though perhaps it could have some use. How did it even get in here, though? Hefty sticks like this probably belonged near downed trees. He picked it up cautiously in case it belonged to an panicked, hiding Infected, but once he heard no movement, he carefully hefted it up and put it in his bag.

That took up most of the room in his inventory, but where he had found the half-used package of batteries last time, he found another half-used package of batteries. Fascinating. He plucked it up, shrugged, and stuck it in the bag. Didn't matter how it got there. His now.

Unfortunately, the cloth bag looked full and he didn't have the physical ability to scrouge around for more things to attempt to shove in it, so it was time to go back. He left.

Much to his relief, the room was not that bad when he got up to it. In fact, this looked manageable. It was a fairly high floor so the barricades weren't a concern, and the room had been fairly undisturbed from the last time it had been apparently cleaned.

He limped inside, dragging the mop that he had managed to carry up thirteen floors behind him. He was probably going to leave it up here. People lived up here, right?

Emmanuel first moved to the kitchenette area and started mopping the floor. It looked a bit grimy, perhaps because it had not been cleaned appropriately the first time around. He saw some questionable stains, but he decided that since this was not a video game, they really were not worth examining. Yuck.

They'd be gone soon enough.

Honestly, Emmanuel had very little interest in cleaning duty, considering his leg was still in pain and his walking stride had barely improved, but he had to do what he had to do.

Though he wasn't sure why they were requiring him to clean these rooms that likely would never be touched again, anyway. Even if the guy on the radio was lying about them all being abandoned, who was going to live in this city again after this? He wouldn't be shocked if they found some way to sink this city into the ocean like some kind of Canadian Atlantis.

That was enough to keep him amused as he made his way to the room he needed to clean. Kept his mind off the pain, at least.

"Not thinking about it" seemed obvious but impossible, and Emmanuel couldn't help the fact that his mind kept spinning as he swept the dust from the unkempt floor. Was there any way to stop the thorns? Were the thorns what were keeping them in? Was it true that there was really no one coming to help them because it was too late for them?

Were they really just going to nuke the island?

Emmanuel raked his hand through his curls. Not the time for this negative thinking. That wasn't going to help him survive. He needed to pull himself together.

Breathe.

And wipe off the kitchenette supplies while he was at it, though he was pretty sure none of them worked.

Once the trash was dealt with sufficiently, Emmanuel went into the bathroom to make sure it was suitable for usage. It overall was not too terrible in there, though it looked like whoever was using this bathroom last hadn't cleaned it up after they last shaved. Ew.

Making gagging noises all the while, Emmanuel gathered the hair from the various drains and the floor of the bathroom and tossed it in the garbage that he had gathered from earlier. This sufficiently grossed him out and Emmanuel promptly decided that he was done with this for the rest of the day. He was going to go back to not doing this.

Having a better material to work with should make this barricade lighter work, figured Emmanuel, since that seemed like a logical conclusion.

And for the most part, he seemed to be correct. It wasn't long before there were several boards and shards of wood pinned onto one of the windows, sufficiently reinforcing it. He moved to the window next to it and attempted to repeat the same thing so they were safe from any invading thorns.

Or Undying, but mostly the thorns.

Progress: 15/30

After a few minutes, Emmanuel decided to regroup and get back to work on barricading the window, mostly because he was tired of standing up. It made his leg hurt more and more every second he remained standing, and so it was in his best interest to get this done as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, his progress was a bit impeded by the damage he had just done to himself, and he was taking it much slower than he had the other window he had just repaired.

Progress: 19/30