Justine searched the pathetic convenience store for another door to escape through, but found nothing. The creature continued to press its rotting body into the dirty glass door and she had nothing to defend herself with. "Let's have some fun you dumb creature," she laughed. She approached the door with a rather heavy liter of Pepsi in her hand to use as a potential weapon and slightly pulled on the door. The creature leaned forward with the sway of the door and she slammed the door against his body. He reeled backwards at the hit and fell off the sidewalk. She then rushed to bash it over the head with the liter of Pepsi and it died instantly. 
	"Well that went nicely," she sighed. She went back inside and thought she should bar the door. The table people used to ditch class and eat soggy sandwiches at looked like a good solution. She stood it up on its tallest end and it worked like a charm. She then snooped behind the counter looking for a roll of duct tape to cover the windows with. She didn’t find much but she found some so she used what she had to cover the higher parts of the windows. As she started shoving bottles of water and tea into her backpack along with energy bars and muffins, she remembered that she should probably find someone to pal around with through this whole thing. She wondered what happened to her grandpa.
	He’s pretty smart, she thought. He may not be very physically fit but he knows what’s going on around him.  She decided she would search for him and if she couldn’t find him, she would come back here and try to contact one of her friends. She always worried about her friends more than her actual family, which most people found immature and unethical of her but she didn’t care. When you have a family that treats you like her's did, you would love your friends more too. 
	Who would be around?  She thought. She decided she would look for her friend Michelle and stick with her as long as she could. There were no weapons in this sorry shack people used to call a convenience store so she decided to go next-door and raid the hair dye and piercing shop. There was bound to be sharp objects and chemicals in there.  
	She carefully crept outside looking in every direction multiple times and ran to the door which was less than ten feet away from her and opened the door slowly. She called out to make sure there was no one laying in wait. There was no one. The smell of chemicals was overpowering and she gagged with repulsion. She pulled her shirt over her nose to search the place. She finally came across a ear piercing gun and grabbed some studs to fire out of them. 
	If I’m gonna shoot someone, they’re gonna die with some pretty studs in their face, she thought. Grabbing her backpack carefully, she slipped out the door and walked quietly down the empty street wielding her weapon lazily. Hopefully she would stumble upon someone she knew.