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Claire had just entered the gun shop, and saw a man reading a newspaper. She stood there for about a minute, awaiting his acknowledgement. She cleared her throat, but still got no response. Finally, she took a step forward, which caused him to jump and pull out a bow gun.
"FREEZE!" he ordered, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Don't shoot, I'm a human!" she begged.
He stood and stared for a moment, then put the gun down.
"Oh, sorry about that babe," he apologized as he approached her, "I thought you were one of them."
"Zombies can't open doors," she pointed out.
"I was talking about Hannah Montana fans," he corrected, "Those things are scary!"
She stopped and stared, unsure of what to say about that. Claire finally decided to get back on subject.
"What's going on?"
"Hold on," the man said as he locked the door, "I ain't got no clue darling. By the time I noticed something was wrong, the entire Disney channel was infested with bad shows!"
"I was talking about the town," she grumbled.
"Oh that," he answered, "A virus broke out and everyone's a monster now. It's Umbrella's fault. But don't you worry girlie, you'll be safe in here."
Claire then noticed that he was staring at her chest.
"I'm keeping a close eye on things," he said with a grin.
She growled and pushed him back, which sent him crashing through the window. A group of preteen girls wearing blonde wigs rushed over and started feeding on him. Claire stood horrified as the man screamed for help, and finally died. Claire grabbed some bullets and ran out through the back door for her life.
A/N: I meant no offense to any Hannah Montana fans, I know they aren't that bad. That guy was an idiot. Keeping a close eye by rear end! I still felt bad that he got eaten though. Feel free to leave a review.