Bonnie cackled with laughter at the blurry, unclear words about protection and timing. "I think we're allll adults here, sir." She said drunkenly before the door at the front of the store came open, letting the light pour in. Instantly her hand found her gun, and she aimed it at the door, though in her state of intoxication, the barrel of the gun wobbled in all directions. "Is he there?" She asked, "Is that psycho coming for me?"<br/><br/>Wacko looked around; dazed and confused about everything but the stinging pain in his face. He turned his head to see that the door to the Walgreen's was wide open. He sniffed the air, and through the sand that coated the insides of his nostrils he could smell people inside. With a wicked, fanged grin, he hobbled through the door and into the store...