James slumped and grimaced at being refused a weapon, but it wasn't exactly like he could demand that Daniel turn the car around and take them all home. With a deep, resigned sigh, the former athlete nodded firmly. "Alright, let's go!" Before he could change his mind, James exited the car and put on his old helmet. Combined with the padding covering him from shoulders to knees, it would provide some decent bite protection as he ran around, corralling the dead away from the supermarket's front door. With Daniel at her left side and Toffee at her right, Gracie was free to make a dash for the shattered glass entrance.<br/><br/>A couple of stragglers still stood in their way, so Daniel ran up ahead by a few feet and swung his heavy pipe wrench right through one of their skulls, taking it to the ground and splattering the pavement with reddish gray matter. Invigorated by the successful hit, he continued his charge without breaking pace, and bounced his blunt tool off of yet another skull. The second walker turned out to have a harder head, though and remained standing.  The shambling abomination would have taken a mouthful of retaliation had Toffee not leapt up to bite its throat out, nearly pulling Gracie from her feet with his aggressive leap and leaving the creature's head connected by little more than bone.<br/><br/>With nothing else to impede their progress, the three made it through the front door. A look back revealed James approaching quickly, and a herd of shamblers very slowly following from some distance behind. Leaning against the wall and taking ragged breaths, the older man turned to Gracie "Been out of practice too long... We need to block them off." The small group of survivor's had some options in the matter and what looked like a good minute to implement them. A line of shopping carts was the easiest and most obvious option, but probably not the best. Some nearby vending machines would provide a more solid defense, providing the team had the strength and stamina to get them in place.