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Kline watched as yet another 'youth' came towards them. What was with all the 'hardass' teenagers that had found weaponry to fight a war? He digressed. Now was not the time to start poking at others. He nodded to the newst man, before turning to Maxim. "Let's go. We dont have much time to waste at all." He racked the lever of his shotgun roughly and began to walk in the direction of the "Gun Store".

He was walking and observing around him the chances that this gunstore still had anything of use was so remote that he almost could feel it. In fact, when they had reached the door, the glass was busted in, as if entry was already forced. He reached inside and twisted the knob with one hand, and pushed the door open with the tip of his shotgun. He looked around the store cautiously, and he was right. The store's inventory was empty. Almost nothing was on shelves, or behind counters. Shell casings and empty magazines were strewn everywhere,

"Well. This place looks a bust." Foxchild said with a dull tone.