That still didn't prevent Dave feeling wrecked by the time he got back to the supermarket where his current camp site was located.

Dave stopped pushing the trolley and rested his aching muscles. Even with the help of a trolley it had still required a lot of muscle power to move all forty litres that he had collected. One thing Dave knew was that he was not going to carry one of these jerry cans up to the roof. He knew that even if he had the help of a rope that it would be too much.

Dave walked over to one of the supermarket doors and opened one of them. He returned to the trolley and instead of pushing, pulled the trolley towards the open door. In front of the door was a small set of steps that would have been impossible to push a trolley up. Even with the soft wheels on the trolley, Dave found pulling the trolley up the stairs to be a huge strain.

He got the trolley up the stairs and into the supermarket. He parked the trolley to one side and closed the supermarket door. He got behind the trolley and began pushing it to the back of the supermarket and into the storage area at the back. Dave left the trolley near the ladder that led up to the roof.

Dave went to the tool cupboard and dug around for a coil of rope, some floor cleaner and a mop. He closed the tool cupboard and returned to the ladder. He left the rope hanging on his trolley and climbed up to the roof with the floor cleaner and mop, which he pushed through the hatch and onto the roof.

He returned to the floor of the storage room and placed the bucket on the floor. He untied one of the jerry cans filled with water, and lowered it from the trolley. He unscrewed the lid off the jerry can and placed the lid to one side. Huffing and puffing with strain, Dave poured water from the jerry can into the bucket until the bucket was half filled. He closed the jerry can by screwing the lid back on.

Dave uncoiled the rope and tied one end to the bucket handle. He took the other end of the rope and while holding it one hand climbed up the ladder and onto the roof. Standing above the hatch way, Dave began pulling on the rope until it went taut. Then at a slower and more cautious rate, Dave used the rope to lift the bucket and water up through the hatch.

Once Dave was able to secure the bucket by holding the handle, he carried the bucket over to the hut and placed it inside. Dave returned to the hatch to pick up the bottle of floor cleaner and the broom. He went back to the bucket and poured a glob of floor cleaner into the bucket. Putting the bottle of floor cleaner near the door way, Dave then used the mop to stir the bucket contents.

Dave then using the solution in the bucket and the mop to clean the hut's insides from the roof down. He wasn't looking for hospital levels of sterile but he still wanted a level of cleanliness that he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable sleeping in. After squeezing out the mop into the bucket for the tenth time, Dave could see that the bucket contents was dark with muck.

Dave leaned the mop against the inside of the hut wall and carried the bucket over to the roof's edge. He then poured the bucket contents out over the edge to splash down on the ground below. Since the water was really murky, it was a sign that he still needed to do more to clean the hut. So he repeated the process.

The rope was still attached to the bucket handle so he lowered it through the hatch to the floor of the storage room. He climbed down and half filled the bucket with water from a jerry can. He returned to the rooftop and pulled the bucket of water up. He added floor cleaner to the bucket's contents and gave the inside of the hut another mopping.

This time, when Dave dumped the bucket's contents over the edge of the roof, the water was in better condition but still murky. So he repeated the process of cleaning the hut's insides again. This time the hut wasn't so dirty which meant that the bucket's contents weren't too bad. However Dave wanted to really make the hut liveable so he repeated the cleaning process yet again. It was possibly overkill, but Dave intended to be here for a while so he might as well get the place as good as possible while he was in the groove of cleaning it.

When Dave dumped this last bucket over the edge of the roof the water was basically clear. Any further efforts of cleaning out the hut would not get the place any cleaner. Dave put the bucket down near the entrance to the hut and looked in through the hut door at the hut's interior. The insides were throughly soaked and Dave estimated that it might take a full day to dry out.

Dave stepped back from the hut door and had a big stretch. He had really worked his muscles today. He looked up at the sky. Most of the day had gone. There was still some time in the day so Dave thought that it would be best not to waste what was left. Dave walked to the roof's edge and looked about the streets.

While the streets were still empty, Dave thought that this would be the best time to do some exploring. The place wasn't as big as the shopping centre that he had come from, but there were still a number of buildings about that might contain interesting resources if explored a little bit.

Dave walked over to the side of the roof that was above the doors of the

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