[b]Shannon Greene & James Feryana - Random Store[/b]

Shannon found herself holding her breath as the teenager approached the door of the store. He was alive, at least, and he appeared to have tears in his eyes. A pang of sadness washed over Shannon, the image before her bringing back some unhappy memories. When the boy put the knife down and stepped back from the door, Shannon gingerly went inside. "I'm-I'm not going to hurt you." She practically whispered it, not wanting to upset him. She put down the police baton next to the knife and then pulled off her backpack. She then pulled out the gun she had tucked into her pants and placed it with the other weapons, saying, "Okay, now we're both unarmed."

Shannon continued to kneel on the ground. She would have offered him a smile, but honestly couldn't muster one up at the moment. "I'm alone too. My name's Shannon." She really wasn't sure [i]what[/i] she was doing. The guy seemed like he needed help, but Shannon wasn't sure help was something she could offer.