[Matt]

[b]"Hey Travis, is that you?[/b] You call out in a compromise between a hush and a yell. From the other side of the shop door you could make out footsteps and light on the other side. The sounds of hammering and drilling had drawn you to the shop in hopes of finding some of your friends. You stand before the shop door as it slowly opens, your weapon relaxed but at the ready in case a zombie was lurking behind the door.