[Warning: Smut]
Once inside the store Noah ordered us to split up and comb the store for anything we personally needed, reminding us to keep weapons close, just in case. I had a feeling the guy was very, very paranoid. I guess that had helped him survive whatever had happened in Arizona.
Aware that my uncomfortably wired bra was on its last legs and the clothing felt pretty tight I headed towards the equestrian area, finding a few dark-colored jodhpurs that appeared the right size. I grabbed a few more tops and sweaters, aiming to try them on in an office somewhere. I also spotted a pair of riding boots that came up to just below the knee, much warmer and bite-proof than the ankle-high ones I currently wore. I was unsure how zombie bites and scratches worked in this world, my only experience being the many movies and tv-shows Hannah had watched.
