"Oh not for long bitch, Riley don't repeat that," he said whispering to everyone. "Thank God for multi-use climbing tools," he said jamming it between boards and the window to begin prying them off, "Look we got four options, A. You let us in, B. You shoot us all, C. You shoot me, or D. I personally fuck you over by getting the horde over here. So personally I'd like A., we have our own supplies we can live off of until the dead move on. You got plenty of space, and we have a God-Damned kid with us, I'm not asking for much other then a place to stay before we dark, and we all get fucked over. I think all of us would give up our weapons for the night if you let us stay then you give them back when we walk out. Fair?" He asked, not ripping a board yet, but ready to before he goes to get the horde if it comes to that.