Sid looked back at the zombie shopkeeper. It groaned again, weak and hollow, but there was no real threat left in it, just a sound of something that once was. Sid sighed deeply, sheathing his knife.
"Alright, Beka. You win. I'm not killing you. You've been stuck here long enough."
He walked past the counter, stepping carefully.
"So, uh… I'll just take a few things off your hands, okay? Sheets, cloth, whatever's still usable."
He glanced back at her and raised a hand in mock politeness.
"Don't be mad. I'm basically a shoplifter with manners."
The zombie let out one more pitiful groan, almost like a sigh. Sid smiled faintly.
"Did you just reply? Ha! Thanks for understanding."
He walked forward to the shelves. Hands on his chin as he check every corner his eyes widening as the blue glow of his Lootsense pulsed over the shop. Each usable ingredient flickered faintly, highlighting cotton rolls, thread, and stuffing he could grab. He muttered shouting to Beca,
