Jack shrugged as he stated matter of factly, "It seems we've reached an impasse. We both need ammo, and neither is willing to part with it. I can't afford to waste my ammunition on your problems, and you can't afford to use it to pay for a solution to them. So here's where the negotiations come into play. I have around twelve .357 magnum rounds, if you'll trade me ten shotgun shells for those rounds then I can agree to help, along with the agreed upon food, of course. If not, then we have ourselves a big fucking problem." Jack placed his shotgun in his lap and crossed his arms. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he thought, 'Look at this guy, thinking he's actually in a position to call the shots. Doesn't matter though, if he knows what's good for him he'll cave. If he doesn't, then his skull sure as shit will, I'll see to that personally.'<br/><br/>Thomas looked back and knew there was little left to do. He could either take time, which was not on his side, to break down the door, or he could just find a different direction to run. He looked around in panic, looking for any sort of exit, any sort of light at the end of this long, dark tunnel. Thomas needed to run, and as soon as he saw a single place he could run to, he would start moving as fast as his two legs would carry him.