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3 x 4 Good condition items that are high in demand. Sturdy electrical cables, D cell batteries, sheets of metal, specialty tools, etc.
2 x 3 Slightly larger to mediocre supplies. Unopened batteries, short extension cords, basic tools, rechargeable electronics, etc.
1 x 3 Small materials. Wires, small batteries, electrical tape, small battery-operated toys or toothbrushes or ahem, etc.
2 x 3 Slightly larger to mediocre supplies. Unopened batteries, short extension cords, basic tools, rechargeable electronics, etc.
1 x 3 Small materials. Wires, small batteries, electrical tape, small battery-operated toys or toothbrushes or ahem, etc.
James, now a shiny new sophomore, was on yet another errand. This time, he was scavenging, but not for just any old thing - he was looking for electronics. This was Important, and he was, honestly, more than a little excited. What if they rewarded him by charging his phone? He could feed his cats again.
His heart soared at the thought.
He gave his jersey, good ol' number 5, an encouraging thump, and slammed on his football helmet and shoulderpads they'd provided for safety. Armed with a flashlight, giant bookstore bag, and a pocketful of dreams, he set off.
At first, he headed toward the English building. Here he found miscellaneous small sundries - an iPhone charging cable, battery pack, and a still-working laser pointer. James dropped them into the sack, but it still seemed so unsatisfyingly empty. He supposed he hadn't exactly picked the most stellar location for electronic scavenging. He'd just let his feet wander, lost in time, as if day zero had never happened and he was just on his way to class. It was more than a little bittersweet, and he paused for a moment by a felled soda machine, trying to imagine what the campus used to look like.
He would have to press on.
The next large brick and mortar establishment was the college of the arts, and here he had a bit better luck. The sculpture studio still had plenty of extension cords, cheap battery powered hand drills, and a Star-Wars themed pencil sharpener. He bagged these too, and paused to admire what student art was still left on the wall and, more importantly, not blood stained.
Onward, then, to the motherlode.
Saving the best for last, James entered the metals shop with a happy sigh. He had taken electives here several times while working on his undergraduate degree, and the coppery smell of the studio only brought back happy memories. He grabbed plenty of silver solder, a portable blow torch that still had some gas (that he may or may not have had lots of fun testing out), and a few spools of copper wire.
As he was about to leave, though, he spotted an abandoned backpack left on a stool with something dangling from the backpack...
He tucked it in his pocket and headed back to the office to return his jersey and equipment.
