Steph grabbed the water and placed it back in her bag, then took the pineapple in her hand.
She removed her screwdriver from her back and began to stab around the can.
"Weird that when the apocalypse started it seems people started hoarding the can openers" Steph joked, as both of them had resorted to other means of opening cans.
"I know some bush craft, a few traps and so on. I was in the scouts after all an.." Steph was interrupted by movement behind the two and a males voice.

 "I don't want to hurt you, but if you make any sudden movements, a bullet will be lodged in your brain before you can draw any of your weapons."
The man said as Steph froze, her gun felt heavy now on her waist, the itching feeling to grab it...
She did not though, the metal fencing would stop him getting close to them but a bullet could easily move through the gaps...

The man continued "you guys part of that crazy guy's zombie act?" 

Steph slowly turned, her fears becoming reality when the barrel of a gun faced her. She didn't speak. "What was this guy on about.." She thought as the man lowered his weapon and began to speak again, looking to Steph

"We have the same idea, moving towards the countryside. But there is a horde blocking any movement in the east. If any of us want to move to the west, then we are going to have to go through the horde. Or find a way to distract them. A partner or partners would be helpful t a time like this. There aren't a lot of us left, and there is strength in numbers. I would be willing to work with you. I have food and water," 

Steph licked her lips nervously then opened her mouth to speak.
"N..no matter what we wont be-able to speak truthfully with a gun pointed at us.... We would just do whatever you say to not make you shoot us ...."