Bonnie held her gun at Nikolai as he approached. She felt insulted that he didn't think she had the killer instinct; even going as far as to put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead. In response she pulled the hammer back with her thumb. "Don't test me." She hissed as Sean dropped the medical supplies on her belly. She pulled the gun out of Nikolai's face and turned her attention to her leg. As Sean slipped her foot out of her boot, a bolt of hellish pain shot up her leg and through her spine. She clenched her teeth through the pain and tried not to show an ounce of it. Her leg was broken badly, and like Sean said, needed a splint. "Painkillers will due, but just in case get the whiskey ready too..." She said and cracked a weak smile...<br/><br/><br/>As Wacko stood, he spotted some more stuff on the ground; a rather large switchblade knife, some dried provisions, and an empty water bottle. He picked up the knife and dry food and slipped them into his pockets. He heard a voice through the whirling wind and sand as he approached the Walgreen's, warning him about an electrified lock and how a gun would be worthless. He tried to pinpoint the source of the voice, but couldn't with the rushing wind. "Show yourself!" Wacko demanded as he looked in all directions for whoever was talking to him...