Corbin walked through the parking lot of the grocery store. It looked well kept. There was very little litter. The trees had been regularly watered, you could tell by the way they were blooming, though not by the way they seemed to never give shade to any car that parked near them. Over all it had a comfortable middle class shopping center feel, even if the trees thought they were too up scale for the lot. The carts were all put away and chained nicely to keep them from being stolen during the night, is what Corbin noticed.
Corbin headed to the back where the wind had been kind enough to sweep all the paper and lighter debris. The lamps were careful not to shine here for fear of showing what was under the carpet. The store took care of the really important stuff back here too of course. The back door was a thick piece of metal with a pad lock, armed with an alarm system, and at least two more internal locks.
Corbin thought about trying to open the door, just to see if he could. He decided he wasn't that hungry though. Instead, he over to the dumpster that was kept there. The dumpster had the unimportant stuff. Stuff like the bread that had expired that day and the store had to throw out or it might get sued. Dairy was there too but it was too late in the night for that to be salvagable. The bread was normally good for another couple of days past it's date, provided milk stuff didn't leak in.
There was a chain and lock on on the lid. Even the unimportant stuff needed to be protected from people who weren't going to pay for it. The dial rotated slowly one way, then the other, with small sounds and pressures telling Corbin when. Little tiny click, click, ticks that said wait, wait, now. The lock opened at number seven or round abouts. The little hash marks between increments of five were worn with time.
The lid came up to reveal what Corbin had wanted. Best of all it seemed the bread had gone in last, right before the old potatoe salad. The bags were slimy and smelled of pickles but the bread would be fine, protected by plastic. Corbin grabbed two loaves, which he wiped off for consumption while he traveled to the place he'd chosen to sleep. He added some old meat that was several layers down to his items he was carrying. He'd met some crows at the abadoned place. He had promised to bring back some food.
Corbin closed the lid and put back on the chain. He spun the dial, the little clicks buzzed happily. Leaving the back of the grocery store, Corbin thought how he'd need to wash his arm of the stuff on it. People thought rotting food was disgusting and reacted as such if they knew you were carrying it around with you.
Corbin didn't notice the dial had rotated a full perfect circle. The hash mark on the new lock could be read very clearly. Seven.