Aaron watched the ambulance drive off, amazed there were any working vehicles anymore. He stepped over to the duffel bag that the man had dropped off. He opened it and saw all the guns. He gently lifted the submachine gun out of the bag and examined it. He liked how very small and easy to manage it was compared to the shotgun, but he also assumed it must be much weaker. He dug a little deeper into the bag and found the ammunition for the gun. He stopped as he spotted the grenades. He carefully pulled one out and stared at it. These were too loud. They would only be useful if they were feeling very desperate.

Aaron returned the grenade and mp5k back into the bag, and pushed it out of the way. He turned to the man and paused. Should he return the gun? This all seemed to be a misunderstanding, but he wasn't sure if he trusted this guy yet.

He turned his attention back to the window. The infected always grew in number as the night dragged on; they'd have to block off the window before they returned. He looked around the room and asked to no one in particular, "Is there anything we can push in front of the window?"