Leo would be somewhat wary of the others, watching them almost as much as he watched the front of the store.  Somebody in here could be infected and turn; not to mention someone 'normal' could just decide to go postal for whatever reason.<br/><br/>At some point, someone decided that his relative calmness and, probably, resourcefulness (going for the armor and such) must mean he somehow knows a lot about these things. Which, if he thinks about all the movies and video games and comic books and regular books that talks about zombies, he may just very well know it all.<br/><br/>"I honestly don't know everything," He begins, figuring a humble approach is best. He speaks loud enough for the gathered to hear him easily, though people on the fringes of the store (and hopefully the hungry horde outside it) might not hear him. "But from what I've seen, it's some kind of blood-borne illness. So, most importantly,<em>do not get blood on you.</em>If it gets on your clothes, strip off, and find something else; we're not a clothing store, but we do have some things here. They might also be able to spread the disease through their saliva, which means if you're bitten, you'll be infected. I don't believe their is a cure, and I don't think anybody will have any immunity to it. I have no idea how long it will take for the person to turn. We do have armor in the paintball section; it's not meant to stop bites or bullets, but it might be able to help."<br/><br/>"Secondly, they don't respond to pain. It's like someone that's whacked out on PCP; they literally can't feel pain, and they're incredibly resilient to anything but head trauma. I killed one by bashing its skull in with a bat. A gunshot to the head should work just as well, try to aim for the center of the forehead, though.  Hits to the arms and legs may cripple them, but I don't think it'll stop them."<br/><br/>"They seem to be both audio and visual oriented. Which means if the crowd at the front gate doesn't hear much going on in here, and doesn't see anybody, they may lose interest after a while. That's a big 'if', though."<br/><br/>"Their's one thing I'd like a few volunteers to help me out with. That's potable water. We don't stock bottled water here, but we have a ton of water bottles. We have pans, portable cooking ranges, and water purification tablets in the camping section. I believe it would be in our best interest to start making and stockpiling potable drinking water."<br/><br/>He became quiet then, feeling his heart fluttering in his chest, nervous as fucking hell. How he felt  was complex; on the one hand, it feels good to finally be getting attention, to finally feel like he's worth something more than the drone job he's got. On the other hand, he's nervous as hell, because all of a sudden, it seems like he's going to be responsible for everybody here; a responsibility he may not fully be worthy of or prepared for.<br/><br/>But, he'd take this one step at a time. He won't freak out and crumple just yet.