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Grant, excited by the prospect of food, headed inside of the grocery store without waiting up for Axel. Inside, he looked around. Most of the shelves were picked clean, but there was definitely a good amount of food lying around. He smirked; unaware that a stranger was watching him.

Suddenly, a man jumped out, yelling at him to drop his gun, which he had yet to realize he had already drawn. Grant didn't have much leverage here, considering he didn't keep any bullets in his firearm. "Okay man, be cool." He set his gun down on the ground, and slowly stood up. "For future reference, if ya' wanna talk, don't come out guns blazing." Letting out a heavy sigh, Grant jokingly wondered if crap like this happened to say, Bridget. When he had met her, he definitely didn't feel like he was in danger; in fact he was happy to see someone. Then again, the tattoos and biker patches probably didn't beam with friendliness.