[Warning: Gore/Death]
Instead of heading to the exit like he'd asked I decided to grab some more essentials to pack in my own backpack since I'd only seen the clothing and weapons so far. I'd planned to do this anyway. It was his fault I was taking so long. I still felt sore at my core slightly, though it also tingled.
"Fuck it," I cursed, leaning on the checkout counter. I'd found water filters and a lot of protein snacks. Now my bag was feeling awfully full when combined with my spare set of clothes.
Pushing to stand back up and finally head to the exit I noticed a few leaflets promoting other businesses also in the service station area. One of which was a female clothing store. I picked up the leaflet eagerly. It boasted a wide range of DD+ underwear. No guarantee of sports bras, but anything was better than being stabbed by the wire that was poking through the stitching, ready to fully break through any moment now.
