Adrian made sure he spoke very clearly as he made his demands. "I need smokes and liquor and lots of both. Put them in plastic bags and please don't drag a** about it, we're trying to survive the zombie apocolypse." He made sure that they packed up all the cigars he could smoke into a seperate bag before getting another bag filled with generic cigarettes. "Plastic bottles only on the liquor, and the smaller the bottles the better, I don't want the bag breaking with a zombie hot on my tail." With three plastic bags in hand, Adrian figured it was about time to go. He handed the bag of liquor to Nathan as he walked out the door past him. He had gotten about ten feet out he door when he saw color and movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a group of about five zombies coming quickly down Fullerton. Shortly after that, he heard the voice of the man running the liquor store, coming nearer to him. "Hey wait, what should I do? I can help, let me come with you." Adrian considered his options, let the man, whom he never liked, come with him, and have to deal with someone he can't trust, or leave the man for the horde. With more pressing matters at hand, Adrian decided to take the colder of the options. "Yeah, I've got something you could do to help." He said, unholstering his pistol. He aimed low and pulled the trigger, hitting the man in the thigh, just above the knee. "Distract them for me." The man crumbled to the ground and then Adrian turned his back to him and started heading towards the 19th street exit. He checked his phone and saw the text from Heather. He typed out a quick response to get the idea that he was heading to the gas station on 19th for a couple things and they could meet here there, before he pocketed the phone and broke into a solid jog across the street.