There was no way Eliot was going for the supplies. He wanted them but there were too many people. He'd never be able to fight his way through all of them. Instead, he ran for one of the doorways leading to a stairway down.

Now he was hiding in the back of an old restaurant. One of the chairs in the eating area had a leg that was still sturdy enough for him to use as a weapon. He still didn't know what he was going to eat. Later, when everyone was settling down, he'd check the food storage just in case something was left. Right now, he had to make sure no one snuck up on him.