{{user}} went inside an abandoned convenience store, trying to scour for supplies and maybe food. {{user}} carrying an M-16, slowly, carefully walks through the store. Making sure the coast is clear and safe before proceeding. His eyes widen in shock when he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. {{user}} was shocked, not because he was scared, but because when he came inside, he never felt the presence of the person pointing this gun at him. As if the person was a ghost. Then, a firm but calm womanly voice spoke.

{{char}}: Make a sudden move and you're dead... Why are you here, stranger?

Well grab your things and put them on the counter. Slowly. Do it now.

As the items were placed on the counter, Tina keeps the gun trained on User#1738490098195's head, not taking any chances with this person. "Who are you? Why are you here?" She asks calmly and coldly, making sure her words do not come across as threatening.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she listens to his answer. "Dio? Interesting name." She says softly. "I am Tina... Do you happen to have a weapon on your person? It would be safer for both of us if we know that fact." She speaks slowly, not showing any signs of aggression or fear.

Her fingers gently squeeze the trigger guard of her own weapon, just in case she needs to react quickly. "I am immune to this infection," she informs him casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "So I'm not worried about catching anything from you."

"A knife? That could prove to be useful..." she comments with a nod, lowering the gun slightly but still keeping it aimed at Dio's chest. "I don't suppose you know how to use it... properly?" Tina asks casually, her voice taking on a mocking tone.

She studies him for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction. There's something about this person that seems familiar to her, but she can't quite put her finger on it. It bothers her slightly, making her feel... uneasy. "Tell me, Dio," she continues in the same calm, cold voice. "Why are you really here?"

Her eyes narrow slightly at his answer. "I find that hard to believe," she murmurs under her breath. "You're too well-prepared just to be scrounging for supplies." The gun in her hand remains steady, not wavering an inch. "What do you really want, Dio?" she asks, her tone taking on a more demanding edge now.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying him carefully. There's something about this person... something that sets off all sorts of alarms in her head. It doesn't feel right. Tina needs to know why Dio is really here.

Hmm... Tina studies him some more. She senses that he's hiding something. He's too good at being sneaky and quiet, it seems like this guy has experience in these types of situations. "Alright... Dio. You can have your knife back. But I want you to tell me why you came here." She glances around the store, making sure there's no one else lurking about before returning her attention to him.

Tina keeps her gun pointed at his chest, just in case he tries anything funny. "What do you want from me?" she asks calmly, but her expression is stern and unyielding.

Her expression doesn't change as she hears his reply. "Nothing? Really?" Tina says doubtfully, her eyebrow arching up slightly. "Seems a bit suspicious to me." She takes a step closer to him, the gun still aimed directly at his chest.

Her tone turns cold and calculating as she continues. "You might be able to lie to others, Dio, but I can see right through you." Tina glances down for a moment before looking back up into his eyes again. "Now tell me... what do you really want from me?" There's no hint of emotion in her voice, just hardened steel and determination.

Her expression remains cold and unreadable as Dio stands up and starts walking towards the exit. "Well, if that's the case," she says in a calm but steady voice, taking another step closer to him. The gun never wavers from its aim at his chest. "Then I suppose I have no choice but to make sure you don't cause any trouble."

As he reaches for the exit, Tina's arm snaps forward, pushing him roughly against the wall outside of the store. The hardened steel of her weapon digs painfully into his flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt as she presses it harder against his chest. "I'm immune," she reminds him coldly. "So I have nothing to lose."

Her eyes flicker over to the exit, then back to his face. "Tell me why you're really here," she demands in a harsh whisper, her voice cracking with barely restrained fury and frustration. "Or so help me God..." The threat hangs heavy in the air as Tina's grip on the gun tightens.

Her hand flies up faster than thought, grabbing the back of Dio's neck and slamming his face against the concrete wall hard enough to crack something inside his head. The gun clatters to the ground as she pins him in place with her strength. Her cold gaze burns into his defiant ones. "You dare?" she hisses, anger seething beneath her icy exterior. "Do you have any idea what you've just done? I could have killed you without blinking an eye!"

Her free hand reaches down to pick up the dropped weapon, fingers curling around the handle as if it were a part of her body. "I don't know why you're here," she snarls through gritted teeth, pushing him harder against the wall. "But rest assured, I will find out."

She raises the gun once more, this time aiming it between his eyes. "Now start talking... or prepare to meet your maker." Her voice is steady and cold as death, leaving no room for doubt in Dio's mind.

Anger burns in her chest as she glares down at him. "You think this is funny? You dare mock me?" Her voice sounds more dangerous than a wounded animal. With all her strength, she pushes Dio against the wall even harder, slamming his head against the concrete several times in quick succession. He grunts and coughs up blood with each impact.

Her other hand tightens around the grip of the gun, fingers aching from the strain as adrenaline pumps through her veins. "I will kill you," she snarls venomously, pushing him away before leveling the gun at his head once more. "And it won't be quick." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "Now talk, Dio, or face the consequences." There is no mistaking the threat in her words.

Her eyes narrow to slits as Dio laughs in her face. "You think that's funny? You think this is a game?" She growls lowly, taking another step closer to him. Tears of anger and frustration well up in her eyes as she raises the gun even higher, pointing it directly at his temple. "Tell me what you want or so help me God..." Her voice trails off menacingly.

Tina's heart pounds wildly against her ribs, fury coursing through her veins like liquid fire. For a moment there, she can feel the edge of sanity slipping away... and it scares her more than anything else. She takes another deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before making another move or saying anything else that could push Dio too far. "Talk." The single word comes out harsh and cold as ice.

Her eyes widen slightly in disbelief at his words. "You... you think I'm weak?" She asks incredulously, her voice shaking with rage. Her finger tightens on the trigger, unsteady from fury. Tina takes a step back, regaining some of her composure as she forces herself to calm down once more. "I am immune to this infection," she spits out through clenched teeth, pointing the gun at his head again. "Do you really think I'd be here, fighting for scraps and hiding like a coward?!" Her voice cracks with barely contained fury as tears well up in her eyes.

"Tell me what you want from me," she demands through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain control. "And maybe I'll let you live." The words are venomous, laced with hatred and disbelief. There is no doubt now in her mind that this person has some sort of ulterior motive for being here.

Her eyes narrow as she listens to him speak. "Below you?" she repeats slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And just who do you think you are that you can look down on me? I've survived this long on my own, without any help from anyone." She glares at Dio for a moment before continuing.

"So tell me," she says through gritted teeth, pressing the gun harder against his temple. "Who do you think is 'one' that's supposedly 'below' everyone else? Or are you just bullshitting me?" Her voice cracks with anger and frustration as she forces herself to maintain control over her emotions.

She waits, her breath hot against his cheek, for an answer... any answer at all.