World of the Dead [REWRITING]

Getting Gas and Cleaning Rooms

He placed two slices of spam and a generous helping of beans on each plate before grabbing the Capri suns as well. Quinn managed to get another "thank you" out before digging in, barely able to savor the meal. She never thought she'd love the taste of canned beans and spam so much, but right now it was like heaven.

"Do you also feel kind of British eating baked beans for breakfast?" she asked jokingly before taking a sip of her juice.

Spencer snorted and laughed softly. "Okay, now that you mention it, yes. This is a rather British meal," he agreed.

The finished their meals quickly, and Spencer showed her where to toss her garbage. He had a garbage can built into a drawer in the counter. He then grabbed a large jug of water from the pantry and poured it into the pan and pot, followed by soap as he scrubbed them clean.

"Isn't that a waste of water?" Quinn asked worriedly.

"Huh? Oh, no don't worry. I got this from the river. Didn't bother boiling it or anything, so I use it for cleaning dishes and bathing. Also to fill the toilet so I can keep using it," he explained. "But the water I do manage to boil is in marked bottles."

"How are you gonna keep doing that when you run out of propane for the stove?" She asked curiously.

"Well, I've stocked up a lot of water already, and I got a couple refills for the stove since the apartment I... borrowed this from had a camping nut living in it," he paused, thinking. "But I guess I'll just have to find a safe spot outside to make a fire or something when I run out."

Done cleaning, he turned to face Quinn. "Speaking of outside, I'm actually gonna be heading out. Truck needs gas so I gotta go find some," he hesitated. "So how about you come with? Could use a hand, plus that way you won't be alone in the apartment."

Quinn raised her eyebrows. "Don't trust me to be by myself in your place huh?" she asked, only partially joking.

Spencer smiled, looking semi-apologetic. "Sorry. You seem nice, but... you know," he trailed off.

"Hey, I get it. And yeah, I'll come with. I gotta repay you for the awesome breakfast somehow, right?" she said, heading for the closet where her shoes and coat were.

"That would be nice, yeah," he agreed, grabbing his things as well.

Once they had their coats and shoes on and their weapons in hand, they quietly left the room and Spencer locked the door. Just like the day before, they quickly and silently made their way to the lobby. Quinn occasionally heard soft thuds and growls behind some of the doors, making her skin prickle at how close they were to the zombies. It was a wonder that Spencer was able to live so close to them for so long, let alone sleep peacefully with them right across the hall.

Thankfully they made it to the lobby without a hitch. He led her to his truck, but instead of getting in he just grabbed a gas can and, strangely, a plastic bucket. She saw tools inside: a hammer, screwdriver, and a liquid funnel.

The sun shone cheerfully in the sky, though the air was still chilly. When everything was normal, it would've been a day where everyone would be outside, enjoying the sunlight before it got cloudy again. Now the only things enjoying the sun were the walking corpses and stray dogs and cats rooting through the garbage that littered the streets.

Spencer stopped at a red car. "Alright," he said. "I haven't taken any from this one. All you gotta do is keep watch while I work."

"Are you going to syphon it?" she asked. "Don't you need a hose, or something?" her only knowledge of getting gas out of cars came from movies.

"Nope. Sucking through a hose could get it in my mouth, and that could kill me. I'm gonna break the tank open from underneath instead," he said. That explained the bucket and tools.