Mercy had time to survey what was left in the old mart. Didn't look over picked. Where others might not see something useful; for lack of training to survive - she saw a treasure trove. A bigger percent of people had no clue how much they waste in a year. Oh but the landfills and trash often were the first things people who understood survival hit faster. One mans garbage was someone else little free mart. It went from trash to useful shit. From the looks of it people left out stuff that she could just imagine the uses. But sadly some of the things would be left behind. Unless she had transportation. Or use.
It was the sound of the door. Yeah. Mercy knew it could be anything. But it was a bigger chance it could be a person. Friendly or not; Mercy had to be ready for it to go either way. She grabbed her gun; raising to a ready position. There wasn't much sound in the store. Mercy listened out for anything. A person who would give away their position.
Mercy wasn't fond of killing. Though that was part of her job description. She hated it; unless it was someone that was bad. Then she didn't need to think about it. She carried blood on her hands. And only she had to carry that on her soul. But things were different in this world. The woman had a choice. The person wasn't on the target list.
“Anyone there? Not looking for trouble.”
There was a question of whether or not there was a person there. It could have been anything really. Even an ambush; and she walked into it. Friend or foe was not just a question. She finally had her answer when she heard a male's voice asking if anyone is there. If she remained quiet; they might just go. She had hoped that what the person needed would either not be there - but if it was just him; like he would need it all. She might be able to get what she needed.
But that is hardly the way things go for her. Not even in life before the bombs. Her luck didn't go well. Her brow raised slightly as the person said that he was not looking for trouble.
That was the first.
But she didn't trust much either. She was trained to not buy into things people say.
"I hate to tell you how many times I heard that one. Everyone looks for trouble... Normally it doesn't end well." A slight pause. "Friend or foe?" Not that she believed the answer. But sometimes how a person answered gave a her and idea of who she was dealing with.