Claire had her back to the door of the gun shop, hands in the air. The odds weren't looking so good. If she stayed here, this creep would most likely do something terrible to her. But if she turned to leave, he might try and shoot her. Either way, she figured she was screwed.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" asked the man, cocking the shotgun in his hands.

"I'm, uh..." she couldn't quite find the words. Thinking got kind of hard when you could see the inside of a shotgun barrel.

"And what are you doing in my shop? You don't look like the kind of person who'd be buying guns. Are you a zombie?" asked the man.

"N...no," Claire said. Her mind was made-up; she wanted to leave now.

The man lowered the gun slightly and looked her up and down, a creepy grin popping on the corner of his mouth. "Don't look like a zombie," he said.

Claire reached for the handle of the door behind her back. "I'm not a zombie," she said. Her common sense was starting to come back, and she realized that this guy was fat and dirty, and she could definitely take him.

However, he was quick. He brought the gun back up. "Hey, don't move! Where are you going?" he asked.

Claire's hand froze. Relax, if he wanted to shoot you, he would've done it right when you walked in, she thought. "Back outside," she said, "I'm catching a friendlier vibe from the zombies."

The man finally lowered his gun and stood straight with a sigh. "Sorry...I just can't be too cautious, you know? The last kid who walked in here w-"
"I'm not a kid," interrupted Claire.

The man looked at her, and laughed. "Okay okay, I'm sorry...The last person who came in here was kind of cocky, and nearly shot me when I put my guard down. I don't think she had much of a clue, but she was armed and knew how to use it so I let her through and on her way," he said. He walked around the counter, but noticed Claire shift uncomfortably and stopped. "Relax, you're safe in here," he said.

"Uh huh," said Claire.

"No really, there's a lock on the door, I have plenty of guns and food, and there's fresh water. It's safe," he said.

"Dude...no offense, but your wall is one giant window," she said.

"So?"
"So...how exactly is that safe? If a zombie sees you, it'll just break through and then bam...safety's off," said Claire. This made her think about just how lucky she'd been back at the diner.

The man walked over to the door next to Claire and locked it, then looked outside. "They're starting to gather! I was safe before YOU came in here, you attracted them here! God damnit, this is the second time this happens tonight...Some stupid girl walks in here half-dressed, attracts all the zombies, and then I'm stuck cleaning up the mess!" he said.

Claire raised a brow. "First off, I'm NOT half dressed, I'm wearing shorts. Also, you have a bunch of guns here. You're perfectly safe, remember? Now which way did the other girl use to get out of here?" she asked.

"I'm not letting you leave before we clear those zombies," said the man.
Claire sighed, and once again thought her options over. She could stay and help him kill the zombies, but she was low on ammo, had to get to the police station for some stupid reason, hopefully where she would find Chris.
She looked up, raised her gun, and shot the window. It shattered, and several zombies started moaning and walking over.
"YOU BITCH!" said the gun man.

Claire jumped back as he tried to grab her arm, and ran for the back of the shop. The man started pursuit, but a zombie ran through the broken window and grabbed him, followed by others. Claire brought her gun up, paused, and sighed. She didn't have enough bullets to save him now. She looked back and saw a door, and quickly ran through it.

"Great...more alleys...I hate alleys," she said. She started down the first alley, having no idea where she was or which way was the station. This is why we use roads, instead of crashing into buildings and having to walk, she thought, hating Leon more and more.

She climbed up a set of stairs and once on the roof, noticed that she was finally at the RPD building. She'd been up here with Chris before on one of his smoke breaks, the dirty smoker.

"Finally," she said.