Frank decided to check behind the counter first, if there was anything valuable in this tiny store it was likely to be there. Frank saw some boxes laying half open on the floor, but the only thing he found inside them were a few games and a broken controller. He had a little more luck when he checked the drawer beneath the cash register. Inside he found a switchblade and and a small flashlight. Frank decided to put the switchblade in his pocket for now and keep using his gun until it ran out of ammo. He checked the flashlight before adding it to his inventory to make sure it worked. The light flickered on and back off the two times he flipped the switch, it was a keeper. The moon had provided enough light to see at the current time, so Frank put his new flashlight into his pocket as well. After checking a few more drawers and not finding anything Frank decided to move on. He was just about to get up when he heard something click behind his back. The next thing he saw as he turned around was a shotgun about two inches from his face. "Don't fuckin move." The owner of the shotgun ordered in a calm voice. He looked pretty young, only about 20 or so years old. He was wearing a Halo t-shirt and black jeans. The only thing that suggested he was an adult and not a teenager was the short beard around his lower face. He looked Frank over for a few seconds before asking some questions. "Why did you come here?" Frank took a moment to find his voice, replying as soon as he was able to get over the surprise of having a gun pointed at him. "I-I came from the mall across the street. Some birds attacked me." The man gave Frank a look that said he didn't believe a word of what he had just told him.
Nevertheless, he asked another question to the frightened accountant. "Why are you alone? Did the group you were with get killed?" Frank answered more quickly this time. "No, I didn't have a group... I was the only one to escape my apartment alive." The man raised an eyebrow. "You saying you been by yourself this whole time? You must be one hell of a zombie killer then." Frank felt a bit ashamed of his next words. "No... I hid once I got out of the apartment. I've spent the last few days hiding in a gun store, the only reason I'm still alive is sheer dumb luck." The man looked into Franks eyes to try and tell if he was lying or not. "What you're telling me is the truth?" He asked as he leveled the shotgun with Franks forehead. "It is." Frank replied as he looked down the barrel of the gun at the man who held his life in his hands. There was silence for a few minutes, then the man pulled the gun away from Franks face and helped him up. "Name's Rob. You seem to be telling the truth so I'll trust you... for now." He walked back towards the door he had entered from and motioned for Frank to follow him. "Oh, thank you... my names Frank." He said as he joined his new ally in the stores supply room. On the floor inside was a large box with some high caliber guns inside. "You seem to be pretty unarmed so I'll let you have one of these." Rob said as he sat his shotgun against the wall. Frank didn't know how Rob had gotten ahold of these guns... and for the moment, he didn't care.
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