Danica tilted her head to the side as he handed out the gun to her before sliding her rock hammer back into her pack, followed by shaking off the gunk from the zombie off her ice hammer and closing it and sliding it back into place and securing it; then taking the beretta from him and checking the sight and getting a feel for it. Thankfully it didn’t feel like other ones she had held before; ones that had been so misused and improperly handled that only a prayer was keeping them together. He had obviously done his job to make sure his weapon was in good working condition. She could respect that. 

Being raised where she was meant you learned how to handle a gun whether you wanted to or not. She doubted that there was a single boy or girl where she grew up that didn’t at least know the basics. “Thank you,” she said as she took the spare clip and put it in her hoodies pocket and zipped it close to secure it. “Okay, that means 30 dead zombies,” she said with a smirk. She was trying to stay positive but it was clear that she was nervous. Blowing the hair out of her face she looked over to Sean and sighed, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“You know, before we go any further. If I get bitten, just shoot me. End of story,” she said before she continued on. Like hell she would let herself be turned, even if somewhere there was some cure.