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"Monte cristo, eh?" He gave a big grin at the mentioning of monte cristo. "How about some hot 'n spicy chicken fahijtas with onions, green and red peppers, curry, all wrapped up in a toasted tortilla shell, with a side oder of shrimp," he stopped for a dramatic pause. "And a Grey Goose Martinie." The game had begun.

"A big mac. Yeah, that does sound better, actually," he said with a big grin. "A large Dominoes pepperoni pizza with cinammon sticks and a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew." His mouth began to water. Although the game was torture to the stomach, he was having fun.

"Holy...!" the truck crashed into the zombie like roadkill. Except it was road kill-come-back-to-kill....thing. Even in Nick's mind that sucked. "Maybe the game should be post-poned for now," he said with a nervous breath. "You know, so we don't die from hunger pains or a wall...."

Nick rubbed the sore spot on his head. He had hit the back of the seat pretty hard, surprisenly not getting knocked out himself. "Well I'll live. And everything seems to be here, but we should be getting close." He shifted his eyes to the road, seeing random body parts here and there, and the occasional pool of blood. "Well that's bad road kill if I've ever seen it."

"Jason?..."

Reeve asked once more, though this time much more quiet than usual. Reeve turned his head to the side a moment as he approached the door, the smell of rotting flesh filling his nostrils and alerting him further to what had happened to the person he once called friend. There was probably nothing he would be able to do now, however.

Bringing up his left foot, he pressed his foot to the lower part of the door and gently pushed upon it to open it further. It moved with ease and little noise, turning around the hinges for the doorhandle to lightly strike the wall on the file room with a dull thud. The soft moaning from the room was still there, aided by a rather disgusting sound of flesh being torn into and torn out by sometihng.

Reeve stepped upon his left foot first, moving into the room and quickly switching to either side to see if there was anything on the sides of the doors. There wasn't, thankfully. Facing the left side for the moment, he headed down along the length of some filing cabients toward the turnoff at the end of the row to get to the other parts of the room. The second he reached it, he turned in the direction of the path and strafed himself out into the isle.

"Jay... DAMNIT!"

He yelled, his eyes on the sight at the end of this row near the back wall. The man he called Jason was kneeling over another man, the other's stomach and various body parts torn to pieces with blood pouring out from quite a few places. It seems he was a little too late to save the man - and way too late to save his friend.

"Bastards..."

He muttered under his breath as he took some slow, quiet steps forward. He had already alerted the creature because it was staring right at him as it began to raise itself upward and stagger towards him. His finger upon the revolver refuses to pull the trigger though, it was hard for even him to shoot someone he knew as long as Jason. The man was torn between utter hatred for whomever caused this and sadness for the loss of his friend.

Reeve let his arms loosen for a moment so that he could push the creature with his arms back into the filing cabinent once more. The thing seemed to be relentless when it was able to get this close, Reeve being glad he shot them on sight now. Reeve brought up the same leg he had before, but this time to wedge it inbetween both him and the creature. From there, he began to extend it to push himself away from the creature.

When he was almost out of reach, he quickly pushed harder to slip from the creature's failing grasp and push himself away from it. He didn't go very far, only about half a meter but it was more than enough. Scrambling to his feet as the creature did the same, he was up far before it could be and he moved over to where his Revolver was - picking itu p with this left hand and grasping it between both hands.

He turned back to the creature - now standing and moving toward him - and brought his Revolver to level with the creature's head. His finger pressed upon the trigger as he muttered:

"Sorry Jay."

The shot from the weapon sounded throughout the shooting range, piercing right through the creature's forhead and splattering what was inside all out behind it as it crumpled over in a bloody heap. Reeve winced himself at the thud of the creature, watching it for a few minutes to make sure it was dead before moving over to it and kneeling down.

"Where'd you put those keys... I'm sure you won't be needing the guns and ammo anymore..."