"You could always see if that gas station carries ear plugs, but frankly, I don't recommend it." Akechi sets a hand on his hip, eyes still fixed on the Husks and the supplies in their lifeless fingers. "Perhaps I've simply read too much dystopian fiction, but something must have desolated this place."

Someone had to write the warnings too, and his gaze drifts up to that very warning, sharp and cold.