Sheri shrugged, swiped the shotgun harness from his hand, and slipped into it. She drew the gun and loaded it, her hands ruthlessly efficient on the pump-handle as she ejected a used shell and inserted a fresh one.
Um. I don't think you understand how shotguns work... =/
And if I'm in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, no way in hell am I walking around with a shotgun that ISN'T loaded!!!