Kadrin finishes packing the canned and non perishables into the plastic bins. "gun shop first.....we need weapons" She whispers softly, discarding her iron pipe. "come on.....lets get this stuff to the truck.<br/><br/>She pulls the bins through the wal-mart-pausing often to listen for any infected. She curses as they get to the garden section. "uh...guys?" She points her hand shaking at the 10 or surrounding the truck. "anyone has a plan?"