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Yea, that's what I'll do. My mind was made up, but first ammo. Ah yes, the savior. It was 3:55 AM when I pulled into Glenn's Guns in Detroit. The place was relatively empty accept for the few shards of glass from the large front window most likely from first infiltration. There was a small ally to the left of the store which made me uncomfortable. I entered the shop carefully trying not to make much noise. I started to look in the drawers on the south wall. I did find something of use. 6 speed loaders. That makes 16 in my collection of speed loaders. I just hoped that I could find enough ammo to fill them. I did happen to run across some .44 magnum ammo witch made me happy. I also found an old ammo box (like the ones from the World Wars) full of about 50 .12 gauge shells. I heard something come from the ally. My heart froze. I listened. Then a chorus of moans and liquid sounding gurgle's filled the early morning air. I started to quickly bust open locked drawers and find ammo. Most .44 but I didn't care. The .44 packed more of a punch. I found a large gym bag under the desk and started to fill it. Fast. Out of the shadows came a group of 10..11….15 then more than I could count. I did a quick scan of the store. A rifle was laying on the floor next to the ally door. I went for it. Right as I grabbed the shoulder strap 5 zombies busted through the door. I only had a second to think. I swung the rifle like a club with all my strength. The first one I hit was a square slap to the side of the head. The zombie was so old that the head exploded and the one beside it was smacked to the floor. The brethren of the beasts where on me in a flash. I had a near hit on me but I kicked the thing in the neck, breaking it. I fled. The first group that I saw was on my car by now. I had to climb in the passenger side to get to the driver side. I tossed the gym bag full of weapons and ammo into the back seat. The engine started like it had been running all day, slowly.

"c'mon damn it not now!!!" I yelled the engine finally turned over and I floored it. Any zombie that was in my was I slammed it. The Olds 442 stood up to anything. When I got to open road I put it to the floor. I didn't raise my foot until Detroit was out of my rear view mirror. I found a fairly secluded place to see just what all I grabbed from the shop. Turns out I got over 800 .44 magnum shells. And about 30 more .12 gauge shells. I even grabbed a Glock G33 compact, chambered in 45 ACP. It was black. I must of grabbed it when I went for all the ammo.

"well…I finally got a boot gun." I said to myself.

I loaded ALL the speed loaders and I kept all the rest in the boxes. I got back to the drivers seat and my eyes got a big a dinner plates. There was a dump truck heading my way at top speed. I shoved the car in gear and tore ass outta there. The dump truck passed by me in a flash of yellow and bright light. The truck slammed into an over pass pillar. The truck blew in to a million pieces, flaming parts of it was still falling around me. And I was over a half mile away. The over pass crumbled under the explosion. Chunks of concrete fell on to the truck crushing what little was left of it.

"Holy hell in a hand bag, that was close." I said.

"ok let me think." I thought

I tried to cool myself by thinking of my old girl friend. My sweetheart of high school. She had long flowing golden hair. A face of an angel, and the firm American thighs we all know and love. Ok, I was cool now. I pulled a long deep breath and slowly exhaled. I put the car in gear and started on the way to Cincinnati. It was 12 noon when I pulled into a little towns gas station. There was only a few dead heads around witch I picked off easily. My car had running on fumes for the past hour or 2. After I filled the gas tank to the max, went to check the store. There were articles of clothing and food containers on the floor. The shelves where almost empty of any kind of food. Even sardines were gone. I did find a bag of M&M's on the floor unopened. I tore into them like the zombies would a warm human body. After I finished them I felt a little better. I heard a shuffle come from the back freezer. I pulled my .44 and got ready to shoot anything. I turned the corner and a man dressed in a blood stained lab coat was crouching over the body of a female. Her shirt was missing and her breasts where exposed. The zombie continued to eat happily until I blew the fuckers head into a Bolivian. The girls head was looking at me with blood shot eyes. I had to turn away. Then I saw a man that I thought was a zombie at first, trying to get into my car. I brought the gun up and took aim. Nobodies gonna take my car. I shot the man in the knee and it folded in a vary wrong way. He fell to the ground screaming and grabbing his knee. I started toward him when a zombie came from around my car. I tried to pull a gun but the zombie got to him before he could use it. The zombie went for his neck and ripped a chunk of flesh from it. The man screamed but his blood got into his throat and he gurgled his last breath. I knew I would become part of the dead army, so I killed the zombie and then shot he man in the forehead. I started to search him when the female from the store came to the door. Her blood stained dress and her stomach tore into like a wild animal would. I took aim but I hesitated. I just stared. I must have drifted off when I felt a hand grab mine. I shook off the day dream to find the female about to tare into my own flesh. I cracked her one to the face and she fell to the ground. I took aim again and I fired. Her fresh brain blew out the back of her head like a gray watermelon being dropped from 6 stories. I only had one shot left so I jumped into the car and started to drive. After about 9:40 PM I stopped on the side of the road and locked and barred the doors. I reloaded the .44 and the shot gun. Oh, and the rifle was a M-1 Garand, still chambered in 30-06. I decided to sleep for the night. Hopping that no dead heads would notice that there was some fresh meat in here. I covered up with a trench coat I found in the car. I was awaken abruptly by a frantic knock on the door of the car. It was a woman dressed in military fatigues and gun belts crossed in an "X" on her chest. I opened the door and she hugged my neck with all her strength. I peeled her off me and asked:

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