Cold steel

The sound of a shotgun pumping froze Renée in her tracks. As she stood still, a females voice rang out. "So even after the world ends, there's still no good, dirty rotten thieves. I should just put a bullet in you and be done with it, or leave you for those delicious creatures outside. Choices, choices, choices. But first, drop the handgun cutie."

Renée set the pistol on the counter in front of her and held her hands up high, waiting to see what the woman would do.