Frank decided to get to higher ground where he'd have a somewhat better view and hopefully encounter less zombies. He didn't see a single zombie on the way to the stairs, so this was probably a good idea. As it turned out the little icon on the directory had stood for escalator, which wasn't really much help, but Frank was grateful for the small luxury. He just hoped he didn't end up using all of his luck on trivial matters or small conveniences. "As if I even believe in luck!" Frank said with a laugh. It felt good to have a small break from the horror surrounding him, even if only for a few seconds. The first thing Frank saw as he stepped off of the escalator was a large coffee shop with a banner over the entrance proudly advertising their newest concoction, which looked to be some strange blend of coffee and fruit. He had always been more of a tea person, but wouldn't have turned down a free cup of warm refreshment if it had been extract of pickle and lemon juice. Frank cheerfully walked in and looked over the vast wall of flavors and styles, over two hundred in all! When he finally found one he liked he began making himself a cup while looking the place over. All that he found besides countless packets of artificial sweetener was a kitchen knife that was stained with days old blood that was peeling and flaking. "I don't think I wanna know the story behind this..." Frank said as he looked at a thin trail of dried blood that led across the table and disappeared into the floor. "But its good to have a weapon."
In a few minutes Frank found himself pouring a cup of coffee and relaxing at a table near the back wall next to the counter. Well, as best as one could relax in a situation such as this. A single sip was all it took to let him know it was too bitter for his taste and he was soon filling his cup with several packets of sweetener and cream. Another sip confirmed it as still bitter, yet tolerable so Frank sat down his knife and flashlight and took a few minutes for himself. When he had finished his drink he got up and threw away the empty cup, grabbed his knife and flashlight and headed out. He moved a little further along and soon came to a store that was barricaded with everything from boards to stacked boxes and empty shelves. Fitting, considering it was a hardware store stocked with all manner of home improvement supplies. Frank knocked softly on an overturned work bench that helped cover the main entrance and called out quietly to anyone inside. When no one answered he knocked a little louder and when he again got no response, shone his flashlight through an opening and looked around inside. He saw something move near the back, but couldn't tell what it was. He thought for a moment and decided to...
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