• As john held the baseball bat close at hand he looks off to his left and notices that mike was gripping the crowbar with a nervous, anguished white knuckled grip. At that moment he realized that he himself was miserable. This whole time the infection of his fellow man had made him this way but he had not realized it until now. The whole time he had thought of it as a game. He didn't care if he lived or died he had all of his emotions bottled up somewhere deep inside his mind, stuck there just waiting to be unlocked and released and now they were. John pushed the thought aside they had a job to do. "Wessely see anything on your end?"Said John.
    "Nope I"m not seeing anything."Said Wessely."Most of this foods rotten and rotting." "Hay guys I come look at this." It was Gabe he was looking at something stuck to the wall. "What?" Said Wessely his grip tightening around the AK47 he was
    carrying. They were looking at something fleshy yet mechanical and it had a rusty old yet new shiny look to it. Mike pokes it with the crowbar, the "thing" twitches to life, its mechanical arm sparks to life and then sluggishly starts to move toward the floor the rest of its body starts to move toward them. As it does so the musculature in the arm opens, revealing a face of a an employee. Everyone jumps backwards at the sight there weapons ready to attack anything that came at them. They start backing toward the door. Wessely had a white knuckled grip on the weapon. And Jim had the same grip on the MP5 as all of the others did. The thing hits the floor with a clanking wet slapping sound. "What the hell is that thing?" Mike asks ,his breathing and heart rate getting faster. "It's looking at us." They look at the face of the employee, it was staring with an anguished grimace at them. It started to growl and hiss at them, coming ever closer. "FIRE!" Screamed Wessely. As the weapons fired the "thing" was torn into fleshy shreds and pieces. The firing stops, an emptyness fills the store, then the smoke of the weapons clears.
    "Well it isnt getting back up." Said Wessely his grip loosening on the rifle.
    "Ok, lets gets the stuff and get out of here."Said Mike A sudden anxiousness filling him. "Agreed lets get the hell out of here." Wessely said. "Alright I got the stuff lets go." Said Mike with a sudden urge leave. They left the building as they were walking to the truck Wessely looks down the road and stops, a look of horror on his face the rest of the team looks down the road to see a horde of zombies sprinting at them. This would not have been a problem had the truck been parked directly in front of the store, but the truck had been parked down the street 100 or so feet away. "Oh hell no!!!."Screamed Gabe."Get to the truck,now!" They ran for the truck, the things getting closer, Wessely opened fire as he ran to the truck. When they got to the truck they had seconds to get in, start the thing, and drive.As Wessely starts the truck one of the zombies throws its self on to the hood Wessely hits the gas. The truck goes with a screeching start on the old cracked pavement, the zombie falls off the hood as the truck hits more and more of the infected walking corpses. They go deeper and deeper into the crowd and then break loose and make their get away