thanks.” She didn't have much experience with guns, but her father had taken her to a rifle range twice, so at least she knew how to load and fire a pistol. She pulled the slide back and loaded a bullet into the barrel.

"Since we have little ammunition, you should aim at the head or heart." She nodded, the gun gave her a little more hope, after all, they no longer had to get close to the zombies."So, did you find anything else?" Ben put a still screwed plastic bottle of mineral water and another empty bottle on the counter. "That's all, we could put tap water in the empty bottle if it was clean."

- "No, better not, after all, we don't know what caused this. It could be that there is something in the water, so we should only drink what is in tightly closed bottles."

Both nodded. "Then let's go, the shopping street is still quite big, we're sure to find something else.

They left the bar through the back door and stepped out into a small courtyard.

The kendo gun shop lay in icy silence, the shop window was still whole, one of the few shops on this street that was apparently still intact.

Alan had to kill four more zombies on the way here, once it was very close, the zombie had almost bitten him, but Toni had saved him with a targeted kick in the face of the dead man.She really wasn't bad, by now Alan really believed that he would get along well with her.

He looked through the shop window, there were no weapons in the display, they had probably been sold, but inside it was too dark to see anything more precise.

"We're going in, but be careful. I don't know if there's someone or something in there."

Toni nodded and pushed the handle of the door down, a soft click and the door opened slowly. Alan pushed past her and listened to see if anything was moving in the dark room and then he heard a rustle, like clothes.

"Something is here," he whispered over his shoulder, but Toni had heard it herself, she had raised her arms protectively and tried to make out the direction.

"Who's there?" Asked the firm voice of a man through the darkness, then the neon tube flared up on the ceiling and Alan was blinded for a moment when he could see again he saw a fat guy standing behind the cash register and a shotgun aimed at her."Don't shoot! We're not one of them !!" ´, Toni called out to him and waved her arms to show him that she wasn't a zombie.

The man lowered the gun and looked at the two teenagers doubtfully. "What's going on in this town?"

Toni shook her head. "I don't know, but we want to find out."

The man looked at her doubtfully, then laughed nervously. "You are completely mad, out there you are as good as dead."

Alan finally said something, he had that icy undertone. “That's why we're here, isn't that a gun shop?” - “Of course it is, but do you even have a gun license?” Alan turned his head to the side in disbelief, he must have misheard, this fat sack knew what was going on out there and seriously wanted to see a gun license? Alan stepped up to him and with a single fluid movement brought the shotgun under his control and held it against the guy's fat belly.

"I hope for you it was a joke."The owner of the shop was trembling." Of course, I don't care. "

Alan pushed him back a meter and with that movement gave him the rifle back.

"So do you still have weapons here?"

Toni was very impressed, where had Alan learned such tricks?

- "Not many more, I've already sold so many weapons today that there's hardly anything left, but I think I've got something here." He ducked behind the counter and rummaged in a dirty box.

When he got up he had two weapons in hand, an old double-barreled shotgun whose barrel and shoulder rest had been sawed off, it was perfectly polished and sparkled, the other was a compact submachine gun for nine-millimeter bullets, with a large magazine and five empty magazines additionally.

"Those are the last two weapons I still have here, are not entirely legal, but that doesn't matter."

Alan looked at it, then took it off the counter. "Well, that helps and goes a long way, do you still have ammunition?"The shopkeeper pointed to one of the cabinets in the room. "There's still a whole lot of nine millimeters in there, I can't use it anyway, but for the shotgun ..." Why he hesitated was clear, he only had his shotgun, he needed the ammunition himself. "Oh what the heck ... take this with you, you're a decent guy, take good care of the girl." He tossed Alan a bag containing three boxes full of shotgun pellets and an ammunition belt to hang on.

Alan nodded gratefully, he knew that the man had just greatly reduced his chances of survival in order to increase theirs, he was almost sorry that he had attacked him like that.

"Which one do you want?" Toni looked at the guns in amazement, she had never used such a thing, but she always thought it was very cool.

"The shotgun has too strong a kickback for you, without the shoulder rest it will knock you off your feet." He handed her the submachine gun.

Toni nodded and looked at the heavy device in her hand, seemed to work very simply, reloading, aiming and pulling the trigger."OK, I can do that."

Alan had already turned to the cabinet of nine millimeter cartridges. "Give me your backpack."

She passed the black nylon bag over, then Alan tossed in one box after another until he had only four left in his hand. In fact, there were almost 200 cartridges in the cupboard.

The owner watched the door while Alan started filling up the empty magazines and shoulder girdle.

When he was finished he buckled his belt, opened the shotgun and put two cartridges in the barrels, the rest of the ammunition he slipped into his pocket.

Toni put the full magazines in her hot pants and reloaded the gun.

"Well then, good luck you two." The owner smiled pleasantly and then pointed to the back door of the store.

"If you go that way you get to the RPD, maybe the cops can help you."

Toni smiled back with a touch of sadness in her eyes, she knew that the man would probably not survive and she knew that he knew that, he had acted almost selflessly."Thanks." She said before scurrying through the back door with Alan, gun at the ready.