as many guns in these as you possibly can, and don’t worry about them going off, the safety is on all of them already.”
After we’ve both taken a bag each, he heads for the other door on the right of the one Claire went to. When he opens it up, I can see that is a small store room, but I can’t see what is inside as he disappears through the door. Turning back to the shelf I’m standing in front of, I find Gabe watching me with a smile on his face. I can feel my cheeks heat up again, and I don’t know why, expect that maybe I didn’t realize he was even watching me.
“Okay, you really need to stop doing that.” I try to sound irritated, but I can’t stop the smile that slips out.
“Like I said before, I’m just enjoying the view.”
“Yeah well, the view is better on the shelves with all these handy guns.” I look away and make a sweeping gesture of said shelf. I can hear Sam snort out a laugh, but tries to hide it with a cough.
“If you say so, but I think it’s only second by comparison. Speaking of guns, where should we start?”
Gabe stares along the shelf and I do the same. Since we have smaller packs, my guess would be the handguns, but I keep noticing Gabe checking out this crazy looking shotgun.
“Like Noah said, just get what we can fit first. I’m going to have to go with the hand guns though, can never have too many of those.” I say as I bump my hip into his.
“True that.”
For the next ten minutes we stuffed both packs to the brim full of hand guns ranging in shapes and sizes and even names that I can’t remember. By the time we are finished all the shelves with the smaller guns are empty, and the only thing left are the bigger ones. All the while we packed, Sam would double check the ammo type he packed with our guns, and I’m glad for that too. It would suck pretty badly, if we were in the middle of killing the dead, and found out the ammo didn’t match. The three of us are just shouldering our full packs, when Claire joins us with her own pack filled up. On her head is an army issued cap, and I can’t stop the snicker that slips out at the sight of her.
She strikes a pose with her hands on her hips, and pouts her lips at us, and says “I’m pretty darn hot right?”
“You’re something all right.” Noah says from behind her.
She spins around with a breathy gasp, while the rest of us full out laugh. Noah is smirking at her and wiggling his eyebrows, but he laughs a little when she blushes and shy’s away. Shaking his head, he carries what look like large duffle bag over to Gabe and I, who are now leaning against the near empty shelves.
“Saw you checking out the shotguns and Uzi, and thought these might be useful.” He hands over the big bags to Gabe, and I realize that they are for the bigger weapons.
Gabe takes the bags, with wide eyes and I can’t stop the thought that he looks like a kid on Christmas morning that got exactly what he wanted. It’s definitely a great look on him too. As he leans down to prod around the guns, I lean down to help and notice that Noah is leaving the room. I’m not the only one that does either though, and before I get a chance to ask, Sam beats me too it.
“Dude, where are you going?”
“Just down the hall, there is a communications room. I want to check if there is a signal on the CB radio, I’ll be right back.” He says over his shoulder.
“We shouldn’t go anywhere alone Noah, it’s not safe.” Claire says, as she makes as if she is going to follow him.
“It’s as safe as it’s going to be, but your welcome to join me. And Sam you should stay and help Gabe and Maggie.”
They both disappear from the door, and I notice that Sam looks hurt that he was asked to stay behind. To be honest, I’d feel better having Claire watching our backs while we dig around in the weapons, and not Sam. I know he’s been helpful, but he’s so squeamish sometimes, it makes me nervous with him as backup. But maybe I’m wrong to