"What the FUCK bro? W-what do you mean BITTEN?! A Fucking SHELF hit me!" Said Seth nervously;<br/><br/>"I mean c'mon, im looking for something more then a bandanna to bandage this up with, and you, you pull a fucking gun out on me?!"<br/><br/>Seth looked at the old man, from the barrel of the gun to his eyes. The eyes of someone who was in the same situation as he was, lost, and confused.<br/><br/>"Lower the gun... please. Look, I've been barricaded in a storage room for god knows how long. Whats going on out there?"