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He nodded slightly and then got up and grabbed the damp towel off of the doorknob to the bathroom. He rubbed it over his head quickly, then combed through it with his fingers. His hair was pretty dry now, so he went to his duffel bag and took out his large clip of money.
"Might as well go now," he said to Mavek, sticking the money clip into his jeans pocket and heading for the door.

The weapons store wasn't that far from the motel, but there were still plenty of starving people they had to pass by before they got there. Apparently they weren't as scared anymore since they were out walking around, though they did give the two men a wide berth as they walked through the town.
The shop was small and rusted, the tin roof looking as though it was about to slip off.
Shaun entered the building casually and immediately went to look at the collection of hunting knives. They were all in about the same condition as his own, so an annoyed sigh escaped his lips. This town was definitely one of the worst he had been to... nothing here looked like it was in very good condition.
But he felt bad for the shop-owner; you could tell he was starving as much as the rest of the residents here, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes bulging out of his head.
He grabbed the most expensive knife and set it on the counter.
"I'll buy this," he told the man as he slapped down a couple of bills in front of him. The man almost smiled, but couldn't pull it off. Shaun nodded to him, grabbed the knife, and turned to Mavek.
"Come on, there's nothing else here," he told him, walking for the door to leave. The knife he had bought was one of the worst ones there actually... Shaun would just sell it for scrap at another town or find the nearest junkyard to add to.