Lee couldn't believe someone like the owner of the shop didn't own a gun or have any bullets. He was a big man surrounded by power tools and Rosswood was generally a nice place to live with a low crime rate.  Maybe it was a bit of stereotyping on her part but if she asked anyone else they would have said the same. When Sam called her over the woman quickly walked over and looked down the aisles. This place was like a weapon heaven. 

"We better get to work on the window and distributing these to everyone." Lee was already making a mental checklist of their new inventory. There were some things that were suited to people like Bob and Avery. Lightweight things that would help protect them. 
The nails were a few isles closer to the register while the wood was closer to the back of the shop; she grabbed a fistful of nails and a hammer before sending Sam to call for someone else.

"Jeff come and help us." The man called into the back room. The teen stood and with one final glance at his brother, quickly entered the front of the shop. His father used to bring him to this store back when he was a little kid. Jeff used to love the smell of the wood and tools. As a pre-teen Jeff and quickly grown out of wanting to tag along with his dad to trips into town and as a teen his dad had to practically drag Jeff to the truck to do anything together. His eyes teared and he quickly wiped them so the two adults wouldn't see. 

Lee was hammering the nails into the boards while Sam was holding them up, Jeff was told to keep an eye out for anything, even though he couldn't see anything through the darkness.