I look at Jamie and say to her. "You might need more than that magnum," as I reach for an M14 on the shelf along with several extra magazines and a few boxes of 7.62mm NATO rounds. I hand her the rifle, and as I was done with my magazines, I started helping her load the extras for the M14. I look up and suddenly my face lights up.

"What?" Jamie asks. "That. If you want a much better magnum, then this is for you," I stand up and walk over to the AMT Hardballer under the glass on the counter top. I reach around and get it. "Here you go. It fires .45magnum rounds from a magazine. Reloads faster, and it's more powerful than your .357," I say handing it and a combination of rounds and magazines to her.

Jamie takes the pistol and starts loading the magazines. She puts her .357 in her sock. "Just in case," she tells me. I walk over to Rick who is watching the back door we came in through. He looks nervous. "What is it?" I ask. He says,"We haven't heard anything from HQ. They usually check in on us about an hour after we land. It's been two hours, and still, nothing." I realize what he's saying. "Are you suggesting that they abandoned us?" Rick looks at me and responds, "If they didn't, then something's wrong. Let's go!"

Everyone gathers up their gear and heads out the back door. We advance to the police station and finally reach the front door. There are cars all over in front of it, and one smashed into a lightpost on the corner. We hear a collective hungry moan and turn to the right away from the police station to see a crowd of zombies after us. "Inside! Now!" someone yells.

We all head up the steps and into the front door. I turn around and try to close the door as they reach it. One zombie gets its hand through, and Ihear crunching bones when I finally get the door closed. I close the heavy bolt lock, and I push a large oak dresser in front of the door from the right. I step back and watch the door. It holds, and I notice three small fleshy objects on the ground. The zombie's fingers.