"Sounds good" Flint remarked as he stroked his neck. A trickle of blood where the knife nicked him in the collision but nothing bad. He stood up slowly "Nice to meetcha Twix, you can call me Flint". Flint listened to the mans plan and nodded "Sounds good ill grab your pansy 9mm" He joked as he checked his revolver was loaded. "I will be right back." Cover me if I get chased just make sure to not hit me" Another joke for another nervous conversation. Flint nodded to the man as he quickly was on his way. Going down the back of the alley this time as he soon got to the back door of Taffys shop. He slowly knocked on the door only to be replied by the door exploding outwards in a flurry of splinters. A fist sized hole next to where Flint had been before jumping back "You better fuck off if you know what's good for ya!" Taffy was scary when she was mad. "Its Flint!" He yelled back "Where the hell have you been!" She replied as she unlocked the door and opened it. Dragging Flint inside. Taffy had ammunition belts on her chest and waist filled with shotguns shells. The double barrel shotgun in her hand's, barrels smoked slightly as she reloaded the round she had spent. "Me and a man called Twix are gathering a few people for a counter offensive" Flint began looking through the jars of ammunition. "Not that drunk he isn't any help" She retorted "Well he got the jump on me so he is a pretty quick drunk" Flint found that Most of the ammo whas mangled and crappily made but he was able to grab a few rounds of 9mm. He couldn't find any .44 though thinking of how ironic it was that having such a large round could be his down fall. Flint and Taffy heard a noise coming from the shop. "We have to move" Taffy whispered as Flint nodded they both made there way to the back door.