-Haley POV-
Noah and I enter the small general store. It is right next to a rundown gas station and it is in the middle of nowhere though right in front of a road. The old man mending the sore looks at us with curiosity as we go through the few isles.
"What do we need?" I ask Noah.
"I have the shovel, we need some food and..." He looks at me a bit embarrassed. "...an axe."
"An axe? I thought you said we had one?"
"I broke it on the first swing." He says.
I giggle. "Alright, you get that and I'll see what I can find for food."
"Okay."
I stray from him and go to the isles that look like they have cans of food.
"Beans...sweetpeas, corn, tuna...they really don't have much but can't be picky at this moment. I take a few things to last us at least a week.
Someone suddenly whispers in
