"What can you offer in return?"

The man's voice is a low grumble, rough fingers twitched subtly on the safety catch of his shotgun, securely fastened to his leather belt. Since the zombie apocalypse began, the whole world has gone crazy. Allan lost trust in people a while ago, after the death of his wife and daughter, and now this stranger showed up at his shelter, saying that they needed first aid kits? He wasn't even sure that this guy wasn't infected

"Sorry, kiddo, but I can't just give them away."