Tara nods "its right over there" she points and begins to wheel her cart in that direction. The area is in a small, seperate room with a closed locked door.  Tara curses "theres only one entry point" she complains softly, rocking the cart back and forth. She sighs, raises her pistol and shoots. The door swings open, the lock shattered.<br/><br/>Tara smiles sweetly, then ducks behind Robin as a large burly male comes charging out of the adult section. He charges past them and stops, swinging around and snorting like an angry bull. He's missing half his face from the infection, his teeth exposed in his lipless mouth.