Split up.

You come to a decision to split the group up. No reason to risk everyone's life over this.

You stand up from the table you had procured from the Sears and walk over to the group lazing about. "Okay, we're going to need food. Cindy, Yasmine, Darla you three are coming with me. Roger, you're still healing up so you may be a detriment if something happens. Margo look after him."

Roger snorts, "Do you really think this is a good idea? I'm a better fighter than you , we all know that."

Cindy shakes her head, "And I'm a better fighter than you, and I didn't try and off myself."

"You are not!" Roger says to the small girl with a look of disdain.

Yasmine shakes her head, "Who do you think got the knife away from you?"

Margo nodded, "She did do that, but I don't think she had to break his hand to do it!"

Cindy shrugs, "Hey he tried to stab me as well. It was let him stab me or break his hand. I made my choice, I'm living with it. So should you."

"Well! You insolent..." Margo huffs.

"Alright, alright alright. This is getting us nowhere. I'm taking them. That's final. We're going to need medical supplies and the like as well. Make a list Margo and we'll try and hit up the pharmacy for what we can."

"You really think there'll be anything left in the pharmacy?"

"****? No. But we could all use deodorant, that should be there. As well as bandages and perhaps topical ointments. So now that that decision is made..."

Darla smiles, "And it's a great decision. I like it."

You take a glance at the twins and notice them staring at you in utter devotion. "Look, just because it's a decision I made doesn't mean you can't think for yourselves."

The twins' faces fall at that admonishment, "But...you're better at that. We were never trained in making life or **** decisions. We...we had everything handed to us. Rich family. The best of everything, and...and..." Darla states. "This situation...it makes us feel inadequate.

"I understand. But I'd like input rather then yes girls. Okay?" You say gently. The girls nod, chagrined. "Oh, God don't pout!"

With that decision made the four of you arm yourselves. You take your 9mm, the twins take a pair of revolvers they had liberated from their father's gun safe, while Cindy takes a couple knives and wraps her hands in cloth to spare her knuckles from damage.

With that done you unbar the door, Margo accompanies you there to redo the barring.