<br/>I shudder, turning away from the four figures (people they are people) and heading back towards the center aisle, gun at the ready. The sight is getting to me... I'm jumpy - chewing on my lower lip, starting at little sounds and shadows. I've never seen anything like it, never even imagined anything like it. If I run across anyone down here, they'll get no mercy from me. The gun, the gun is more for show, too loud. I kneel down and pull out my boot knife, shimmying out of my skirt and stuffing it into my backpack while I'm at it. The boot knife goes into my belt.<br/><br/>Anyone I see down here who looks dangerous is going to get a knife stuck in them. These people are freaks, they don't deserve to live. And they certainly don't deserve whatever treasure they have hidden here. I turn down the main aisle, heading towards the door - though I keep an almost unwilling out out for further atrocities down the aisles.