Hanson decided to take a look inside the nearby gun store. He knew that whatever was going on, his hatchet wouldn't protect him forever. He walked towards the gun store's entrance. Opening the front door, he quietly walked inside. The store itself was relatively small, but it had everything a gun nut could ask for. Lowly revolvers to military-grade assault rifles, and everything in between. Smiling to himself, Hanson shut the door behind him and grabbed a duffel bag from a nearby shelf and started filling it with as many guns and ammunition as he could carry.
After retrieving everything he could carry, Hanson pulled out a 12-gauge shotgun and loaded it with several shells. Slinging his pack of guns over his back, he walked towards the stores front counter. He could see several blood smears on the counter top, which made Hanson cringe. As he started looking behind the front desk, he suddenly found,
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