"I don't know, wanna try and put it out?" Carter looked back at him for a second before turning back to the road.

_

"Alright." Dakota closed the shades, "Let's wait and see if they leave first, don't think they saw us.... if not we'll have to deal with them before they find a way in."

Jessica simply nodded.

Crow walked up to the window.

"We're good... for the moment..."

"For the moment." Carter agreed.

_

"Just stay ready and we'll be fine."

Jessica nodded again, "Right."

"All right then. Guess we can't exactly go looking for a fire truck today, what with wiggly heads and zombies running about." Louis closed his eyes, trying to ignore the hunger once more. "Maybe we should look for a small mom and pop joint to hole up in, drugstore or something. Be nice to know i won't get gangrene."

Crow twirled the gun around his finger, before hollestering it.

"That's what I was thinking.... hopefully someone is still around to put out that fire before it destroys half the city."

"Maybe our secret agent freind will get caught in it before it does... twat"

"Hopefully."

Crow nodded.

"Saves us the effort..."

"Exactly."

Crow nodded.

"Sucks for him."

Crow shrugged.

"Who cares?"

Carter shrugged.

Louis sat, watching out the window. "Hey...HEY!" he pointed at a small corner store. "You think that place could work. Good defense, we'll see everything coming."

"That works." Carter nodded, turning the steering wheel.

"Let's hope it's empty."

Crow nodded, drawing his Paterson again.

Louis barely gave Carter time to stop as he hopped out of the van. The makeshift pegleg dug into his leg even more, but he barely felt it, this isn't good. "Maybe you ought to go in first this time, think i broke a couple ribs on the last one."

"Or you're just scared." Carter chuckled before heading for the building.

"Looks empty..."

Crow hopped out, checking they were covered from the street.

"Alright boys, let's do some room clearing, eh?"

Carter approached the building cautiously and pushed open the door, immediately spotting a pair of zombies on the far side but nothing else.

Louis followed Carter in, noting the expired candy bars on the counter and began tucking in, giving barely any thought to safety now that he had something to eat. "Pretty small place." he said, tearing into his second clark bar. "Clean...maybe one or two zombies..." he said, noting a familiar scent in the air without noticing the zombies carter had pointed out.

"....Yeah...." Carter raised his gun and fired taking out the first one.

(BRB.)

"Only two?" Crow said.

He shot the second one casually.

"nicely done..." Louis said, now on his fifth nutrageous. "Maybe the owners were packing heat..." he hopped over the small counter and opened up a set of drawers finally coming upon a small revolver. "Finally!" he sighed, checking to see that it was loaded.

"And Louis is armed, time to get behind some cover ladies and gentlemen."

pointing at Carter Louis smiled. "C'mon, i can't be that bad!" the gun clicked. "Jesus...the first chamber wasn't loaded...good to know."

"If you shoot me I swear to God I'll put my boot so far up your ass you'll be coughing up leather for the next month."

"I imagine he's done this before."

"Once."

"yeah yeah...i figure you're gonna kill me one of these days, may as well give you more incentive for later." Louis sighed and tucked the gun into his jeans. "Jesus this place was understocked, i'm still fucking hungry- oh snickers, sweet!"

Carter shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat I suppose.... surprised this place is so empty. You'd figure with what just happened we wouldn't have such good luck so soon."

"Thanks for saying the magic fucking words, Carter, now something bad is going to happen."

"It was going to anyway and you know it. Forshadowing just makes it.... expected I suppose."

"Hey...uh lady who tied my leg...uh Linda, was it?" Louis popped the last of his seventh snickers in his mouth. "You know alot about pills, ex junkie and all, anything here to save what's left of my leg." not that i'll need it probably...

"Junkies use heroin, and pills don't magically save your limbs.... just try and find some oxycodone or something."

"Your leg is going to be just fine, what I've done is basically all we can do."

"I was assuming antibiotics or some shit, not a fucking miracle cure called limbgrowbackacide...fuck, did you hear that?" louis looked down to see a trap door rattling on its hinges. "C-Carter!" Louis yelled grabbing the revolver from his jeans.

"So just pop some pain killers and sit back."

Carter looked over at him, "What?"

"You have to ask?" Linda pushed Akiko behind her and raised her rifle.

"Reflex."

"Well, put your reflexes to better use."

"Help me!" a voice on the other side screamed. "They're going to kill me!"

"OH shit...what do we do? I assume the they on the otherside are more biters or wigglies..."

"Let them out." Carter vaulted over the counter.

"We can handle it."

"Yup."

"More or less."

Louis grabbed the rusty latch with his free hand, keeping the revolver trained on the trap door. A pudgy white man in an orange jumpsuit scrambled up and out, nearly knocking Louis over in the process. "They're going to kill me!" he screamed.

Looking down Louis noted several other people, actual people this time, pointing weapons at him, "Oh great..." he sighed, looking at Carter.

"Are they infected?" Carter stepped over to look inside.

"Come on...." Linda rolled her eyes.

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