You aren't shy, but you aren't giving it up free. Negotiate.

"I'm not giving you anything for letting me in," you say, folding your arms over your chest.

The smile vanishes from Old Bill's face, but before he can aim his shotgun at you again you continue.

"We work out a deal," you say. "We want something, you want something. I can leave here and we can both be happy."

Bill seems to consider and then he nods. He knows he could try to take what he wants from you, but at least for now he's playing nice.

"Alright," he says. "The merchandise is through there."

He gestures to a beaded curtain and you step through into a shop area with a bare concrete floor. Flags and banners hang from the ceiling. The shelves are overflowing with stacked surplus military equipment. The weapons, including a wide of array of knives, non-lethal weapons, and heavy firepower, are all kept locked inside glass cases.

You marvel at the array of useful items. Bill brushes past you into the store.

"Tell me what you want and I'll name my price," he says.

Discussing sex acts with the man like they're a form of currency is strange, but you know it's the only cash you have to offer. Boxes of MREs are a blowjob. Add an **** rifle, a pistol, and plenty of ammo and it becomes sex with a condom. If you want to add a high-caliber scoped sniper rifle the condom comes off. Fatigues and gas masks for you and everyone else in the shelter and a water purifier means Bill's choice of two.

"It's up to you," he says. "If you want to leave here empty handed you just go on and walk out."

You consider how badly you need the supplies.