Wal-Mart parking lot.
John kept a lookout while I took a piss. I did the same for him. We pulled the Hummer near some cars so we could siphon more needed gas. At least this time we found a late 80's model Chevy Blazer that had a full tank. We filled the Hummer up to over 3/4 of a tank. I was sitting somewhere around 880 rounds of.223 and 300 rounds of 9mm. John had two bricks of 22. I approached John and asked him if he felt like doing a little shopping.
The door was locked when we got to the front. I went back to the Hummer to pull it up front, and check the tool kit for a pry bar. I found what I was looking for, and commenced to try and pry the door from its lock. I got good leverage and put my back into it. John was watching the parking lot to make sure we didn't have any surprises. I kept tugging. All of the sudden, I felt a thud on the door. I looked up, and much to my chagrin, there he was, a corpse in a bloody blue Wal-Mart vest pawing at the glass door drying to get out. The thing walked right into the door and bumped into the door latch on theinside.
The door came open slightly as the thing tried to ease itself out to us. It poked its head out and I took that opportunity to drive my tire tool into its head, through the eye socket, killing it instantly. I held the door open like a gentleman and let the corpse fall out onto the sidewalk. I opened the door fully and placed the trashcan there to keep it open.
I told John that I thought that there were probably more inside. We pulled the Hummer so close to the entrance that no one could get in, and no one could get out, unless they went in the driver's side door and climbed out the passenger door. It was my idea in the event some visitors decided to show up during our shopping spree. I showed John how to handle his weapon inside closed quarter’s conditions. I call it the "recon glide." John and I eased through the aisles…goddamn it… why does Wal-Mart always have to put sporting goods in the hack?
I motioned to John to look where I was looking. It was another worker that must have been killed during a shift. It shambled toward us. I gave John the signal to shoot, because his weapon is much quieter than mine. With a careful aim, John took the creature out, and it lay lifeless on the floor.
Thank god for the skylights, because without them, this idea could kiss my ass. John and I continued to the back. We made it to the sporting goods and many of the guns were either sold out or looted. There were many boxes of 223 ammo and many boxes of twelve gauge shells. There was one gun of particular interest left in the cases, a Remington 870 twelve gauge pump. I saw fit to break the glass and give it to John, since he was lacking in the firepower department. We took the shells and rounds for the carbine, and started to make our escape.
John and I were constantly scanning the aisles for ghouls. Just as I rounded the corner from sporting goods, I was pulled off my feet by a female corpse. I hit the ground hard and felt a tug at my feet. I felt a hard pinch as the thing tried to bite me through the heel of my combat boots. I gave her hard kick to the nose and heard the cartilage snap as I hit home. I got up and stepped back, checking my heel for wounds. Thank goodness for Altama boots. She didn't get up, as her back had been broken by a large shelf that had fallen on her probably weeks before. She snarled at me. John took aim… I signalled him not to shoot. I walked up to her and brought my heel down on her temple as hard as I could. She was no more.
We made it to the front, and just as I thought, a welcoming committee was there to greet us. I stood and counted thirty of them. John climbed through the window over the driver's seat and I did the same and sat driver. I started the ignition and rolled up my window. We would have been in a pickle if we hadn't wedged the H2 inches from the open door to the store.
John kept a lookout while I took a piss. I did the same for him. We pulled the Hummer near some cars so we could siphon more needed gas. At least this time we found a late 80's model Chevy Blazer that had a full tank. We filled the Hummer up to over 3/4 of a tank. I was sitting somewhere around 880 rounds of.223 and 300 rounds of 9mm. John had two bricks of 22. I approached John and asked him if he felt like doing a little shopping.
The door was locked when we got to the front. I went back to the Hummer to pull it up front, and check the tool kit for a pry bar. I found what I was looking for, and commenced to try and pry the door from its lock. I got good leverage and put my back into it. John was watching the parking lot to make sure we didn't have any surprises. I kept tugging. All of the sudden, I felt a thud on the door. I looked up, and much to my chagrin, there he was, a corpse in a bloody blue Wal-Mart vest pawing at the glass door drying to get out. The thing walked right into the door and bumped into the door latch on theinside.
The door came open slightly as the thing tried to ease itself out to us. It poked its head out and I took that opportunity to drive my tire tool into its head, through the eye socket, killing it instantly. I held the door open like a gentleman and let the corpse fall out onto the sidewalk. I opened the door fully and placed the trashcan there to keep it open.
I told John that I thought that there were probably more inside. We pulled the Hummer so close to the entrance that no one could get in, and no one could get out, unless they went in the driver's side door and climbed out the passenger door. It was my idea in the event some visitors decided to show up during our shopping spree. I showed John how to handle his weapon inside closed quarter’s conditions. I call it the "recon glide." John and I eased through the aisles…goddamn it… why does Wal-Mart always have to put sporting goods in the hack?
I motioned to John to look where I was looking. It was another worker that must have been killed during a shift. It shambled toward us. I gave John the signal to shoot, because his weapon is much quieter than mine. With a careful aim, John took the creature out, and it lay lifeless on the floor.
Thank god for the skylights, because without them, this idea could kiss my ass. John and I continued to the back. We made it to the sporting goods and many of the guns were either sold out or looted. There were many boxes of 223 ammo and many boxes of twelve gauge shells. There was one gun of particular interest left in the cases, a Remington 870 twelve gauge pump. I saw fit to break the glass and give it to John, since he was lacking in the firepower department. We took the shells and rounds for the carbine, and started to make our escape.
John and I were constantly scanning the aisles for ghouls. Just as I rounded the corner from sporting goods, I was pulled off my feet by a female corpse. I hit the ground hard and felt a tug at my feet. I felt a hard pinch as the thing tried to bite me through the heel of my combat boots. I gave her hard kick to the nose and heard the cartilage snap as I hit home. I got up and stepped back, checking my heel for wounds. Thank goodness for Altama boots. She didn't get up, as her back had been broken by a large shelf that had fallen on her probably weeks before. She snarled at me. John took aim… I signalled him not to shoot. I walked up to her and brought my heel down on her temple as hard as I could. She was no more.
We made it to the front, and just as I thought, a welcoming committee was there to greet us. I stood and counted thirty of them. John climbed through the window over the driver's seat and I did the same and sat driver. I started the ignition and rolled up my window. We would have been in a pickle if we hadn't wedged the H2 inches from the open door to the store.
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