You talk with her

"I'm not infected" you say. "So put the gun away" you say. "How about i just shoot you and spare myself future trouble" she says. The back and forth happen until finally she lets you in her home but not without putting down the gun. Your ready to draw yours at a moment's notice too.

You step inside and meet the woman who shot you. She's a bit shorter than you. She looks around 5'9 with messed up blonde hair that goes down to her neck. She also looks pretty strong with toned muscle definition on every inch of her body. She also has pretty moderate c cup breasts. She introduces herself.

"My names Sally and this here is my farm" she says. You tell her your name as well. She prepares a short meal and explains how her husband died in the first days of the outbreak and how her farm is struggling. She made her daughters (one 19 and one 21) work on the land to produce the food they need to survive. She says that they don't have enough water for themselves or for the crops they make. That's when you come in, you say you have enough water to last a week. Sally hugs and nearly tackles you to the floor and says thank you so much. But your celebration is short lived when you here a pound at the door. It startles you both.