What made them that good?
He picked one up a case threw it at the floor, breaking it open. Picking out the weapon from the broken glass, he held it in front of himself, impressed with the length, weight, balance, and grip; it felt right. Finding eight of the boxed daggers in all, he placed them on the floor and smashed them open, before sheathing them and placing them in his pack.
He went to buckle the tabs, then unwrapped one of the hatchet heads. It arced up and down into graceful points. His father threw these quite well on the few hunting trips Brad had to endure. Four of them ended up in his pack before he cinched the tabs shut.
“I think I’ve got what I need.”
He left the shop and stared through the glass doors from the third level railing. Late afternoon; too late to practice any throwing. Brad vaulted onto the space between escalators and slid down, beating Teyata running to the lower level. From the first level railing, he sprang free, rolling to his feet as he struck the floor. Espying a supermarket to his right, he veered towards it’s entrance.
“What are you doing?” asked Teyata.
“There’s food in here.”
She followed him around as he scooped a few tins into his pack then raced out of the front door. Squinting one eye shut, he took in the sun, almost touching the roof.
“Up there?” he queried.
Teyata nodded. “We should get wood for a fire first though.”
They both broke into a sprint for the bushland nearby. Brad filled his pack to overflowing, then tied down his pack’s straps, barely containing the load. Teyata with an armload, ran up the climbed the side of the shopping centre almost fluidly, finding the rooftop and leaning over to watch as Brad had only progressed to the second level. He took a little longer, more conscious of picking his route, having less options without the benefit of claws. Minutes later, he vaulted over the roof’s rail and assessed his surroundings for possible routes of access for predators.
Unless dangerous animals climbed or flew, it seemed a safer place than most. It’s only other possible access came in the form of the fire door. He ran over and opened it, finding it only latched shut from the outside. Sliding the bolt into place, he realised he lacked the clothes he went into he shopping centre for in the first place.
He undid his pack and emptied the sticks and weapons on the middle of the roof. Taking up his pack again, he slipped it over his shoulders.
“I’ve got to get clothes before it gets dark,” he said.
“No time,” said Teyata in the pre – dusk light.
“It won’t take long. I’ve only got to…”
“You know the rule.”
Brad knew Teyata referred to the rule of not arguing. He nodded his compliance.
“Now light the fire,” she said, then took up a tin to read it’s label.