"...Really." Scowling as the guy took off for the storage area, Isanya shook her head and fired a round into the nearest zombie. No use in really trying to think of it as something else, as the thing fell over and didn't get up again, brain matter splattered over the floor in a gory mess. The sound of the gun was loud, a sharp 'POP' that had her cursing her stupidity. The guy over the speaker system had been right though, and she headed away from the shelters the other customers had begun setting up, properly considering the first guy she'd seen, the idiot with the archers equipment, hadn't taken her at her word at all.<br/><br/>Holstering her gun, since the noise wouldn't do anyone any good if it attracted the newly dead people to her, the redhead kicked in a glass display case to get at the machete that rested inside it, thumb testing it's sharpness and a fervent thank you to the Walmart Gods in Hell when she found it to be sharp and ready for use. And thanking her instructors for taking her and her squad out to some of the harshest areas of the world to be taugt survival, though at times she'd wanted nothing more than to kill her instructors. Moving slowly, she headed for the entrance to the store, which thankfully, was closed, then stood and stared for a second or three only at the sight of the things outside. There were a ton of them. More than the meager group that she'd seen inside, and those ones with limbs, were slamming them into the shatter proof glass doors of the entrance....and there were cracks forming. "So much for an easy time...." Looking around frantically, the soldier nabbed a cowering employee from the cash register where he'd been hiding, the scent of urine strong on him, and shoved him towards the furniture section to the side of the store. "Get some of those rolling couches over here, NOW." Keeping a close eye out for more of the things, she started to help get the front entrance at least, barricaded. And only hoped that the back entrances of the store, like the loading docks and eployee entrances and exits, were closed and sealed somehow. She didn't hold any hope of that though, now was the time of day when the big rigs were beginning to come in, to unload and reload new and old stock. The back entrances would be unlocked at least, open at the worst. Prime entrances to the storage sections that customers didn't often use, and prime holes in the place for the dead to get in. "....And why am I not surprised that this generation is considered the best prepared for a zombie outbreak.....ugh." Her muttered words weren't heard much over the thudding of fists and limbs against the cracking window-doors of the entrance as she and the employee guy managed to get a third couch tipped over off the rolling boards and finalized it with a heavy-assed bookshelf. The guy was shaking like a cut cat, and there was drool at the side of his mouth as he stared at the soldier for a moment once she backed off to check her surroundings. He'd not beed bitten, but there was a papercut on his thumb and forearm from a bunch of boxes he'd unloaded earlier in the night, and he'd touched one of the zombies when it had come in though it hadn't gone after him, too focused on another person to notice when the living human touched its bloody arm. He was infected, and it was beginning to become obvious. "Hey guy...whoa, you okay? You didn't get bit or anything right?.....Guy...? Buddy....?"