Guy was relieved to hear that the bookstore was apparently clear for the moment, although he didn't feel so great about it when he stepped in. The stench of rotted blood was much stronger in the enclosed space, and he was forced to put a hand to his mouth as he looked around.
It was pitch dark, and Claude's head lamp only illuminated so much. He wasn't sure that there was much for them to do in a place like this, except maybe call out for survivors who might be hidden in the cramped aisles somewhere.
Getting to the roof seemed like the more pressing plan, but he wasn't quite sure how they were going to do that, especially since Claude's arm was out of commission. Maybe he and Ronixis could work together to boost the younger man up? If there were people already up there, they could probably help too.
He was about to suggest as much when Claude spoke up and Guy glanced down in the direction his friend was looking. "Not sure," he said, though he quickly bent down, knowing that it was best that Claude exerted himself as little as possible at this point. He felt the coldness of the item against his hand, and stared down at the gun as he got back to his feet.
Where had this come from? A patient must have found it and then dropped it from some reason -- Guy didn't really want to think about why. He showed it to Claude, not quite sure what to say about it. It was a lucky find, but there was no telling if it even had any bullets. In any case, it wasn't any good to him -- he had no idea how to use guns (although he'd gotten used to dodging shots from them after a few fights with Legretta). Maybe Claude or Ronixis could get use out of it, though. Guy doubted there would be much of a chance of finding its original owner, after all.
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It was pitch dark, and Claude's head lamp only illuminated so much. He wasn't sure that there was much for them to do in a place like this, except maybe call out for survivors who might be hidden in the cramped aisles somewhere.
Getting to the roof seemed like the more pressing plan, but he wasn't quite sure how they were going to do that, especially since Claude's arm was out of commission. Maybe he and Ronixis could work together to boost the younger man up? If there were people already up there, they could probably help too.
He was about to suggest as much when Claude spoke up and Guy glanced down in the direction his friend was looking. "Not sure," he said, though he quickly bent down, knowing that it was best that Claude exerted himself as little as possible at this point. He felt the coldness of the item against his hand, and stared down at the gun as he got back to his feet.
Where had this come from? A patient must have found it and then dropped it from some reason -- Guy didn't really want to think about why. He showed it to Claude, not quite sure what to say about it. It was a lucky find, but there was no telling if it even had any bullets. In any case, it wasn't any good to him -- he had no idea how to use guns (although he'd gotten used to dodging shots from them after a few fights with Legretta). Maybe Claude or Ronixis could get use out of it, though. Guy doubted there would be much of a chance of finding its original owner, after all.