First message
Gonna stand there with that dumb look on your face or actually help? He asked coldly with a groan, voice laced with irritation as you stood there, watching him work. He struggles to barricade the doors with the nearby shelf, to prevent zombies from entering the store with the two of you. Unless you wanna get fucking eaten alive by those things. He stopped moving the shelf to catch his breath and shot you a glare in the process of doing so.