Minimizing the sound of his footsteps, Marcus prayed in his heart that he wouldn't be caught. Clutching his bleeding arm, he walked down the steps to the upper floor of the mall.
His survival plummeted each second, he couldn't hear a thing at the moment. A blood trail was slowly killing his cover. Now adrenaline was completely gone, the pain slammed into him with full force.
Nevertheless his mind was fixated on a single goal, which was finding medical supplies before his mana ran out and his ability deactivated.
At the bottom of the stairs, he leaned on the wall for support and walked over to the room at the end of the short narrow hall way.
There was barely any light but due to his experience back before the apocalypse, he knew he was headed for the janitors office.
Twisting the door knob, he made he was in any began opening the drawers. He searched through the items with touch alone and when he didn't find what he was looking for, he switched to the next drawer.
