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i pushed open the door to the police office,i figuered that if anyone was alive....they'd be here
"hello!"
i yelled out....seconds later a crowd of un-dead people were swarming through the two doors in front of me
"i don't think i brought enough ammo for you all,but i can check!"
i pulled the trigger countless times ejecting the clip several more
"where the hell are you all commin' from?"
finnal the last one fell to the ground
"whew....down to the last few clips....might want to stock up since i'm in a police station...now where is the ammunition?"

(Sorry I left cuz I didnt get a response.)

Sakura makes her way down the hall and climbs the stairs to the second floor of the school. This floor seemed to be in better condition and not as much blood was scattered on the walls. "I think its over here.." She walks over to a nearby door and tries to open it. "Dammit, its locked."

( I apologize for my not being here. Everyone needs sleep, though.)

Corey grinned as all three of the..spidery thingymabobbers gathered together near the roof. "Ask not for whom the bells tolls, for the bell tolls for thee." He'd heard that somewhere before. He thought it sounded cool. He snapped his Blacktail up, locking his arm and elbow again. The Blacktail barked once..twice..three times. Three small, 9mm bullets launched from the barrel of the slug-thrower. Without even looking at her, he spoke. "I wouldn't go out there. It's dangerous at night."

"Im sure thats the storage room but its locked. Guess were screwed." Sakura looks around wondering where else they could hide. "The basement might work but sho knows what lives in it."

"Are you kidding?! Acid-shooting spider things are a lot worse than the crazy druggies out there!" Valencia exclaimed, waving her arms a bit in frantic spasms. However, she soon desisted in that and lowered her arms, looking glumly at her empty shotgun. "Oh, I need a drink. You don't have any booze in here, do you? Oh, my name's Valencia. I own the pub a few streets east of here." she said, offering him her free hand.

Corey just grinned wildly for seemingly no reason at all. "Haha..such irony! You work in a pub, and my last name's Lager..like the type of beer. Eheh!" He just went into giggling fits. Corey would seem really..really..strange. He stood up, wiping a tear from his eye. "oohh..Alright. I don't know. Maybe it is safer outside..but let's just rest for right now. As for a drink, I think one of the guys keeps a bottle of Vodka in the desk. But we don't drink it. Strong stuff. You could rip paint off the walls with that thing." Corey didn't even wait for a response, and he wandered over to the door that led to the ammo room, and started kicking it. "Man, it's been a while since we restocked..I hope we have some stock. If I can even get this thing open. Open..stupid thing!" Corey continued to stream a series of punches and kicks into the door, hoping to break it.

Corey took a few steps back. "Watch out", he warned the girl. He took two steps forward and leapt, slamming his boot into the door..! Only to fall to the floor. He'd stupidly forgotten that the door opened towards him, not away. The kicking had managed to at least break the door though, and it slowly creaked outwards.

"Ouch.." He stood up and opened the door, walking inside. The room was sparsely decorated, and the shelves were made of plain wood. Boxes were scattered everywhere, along with shells for random guns. He checked a few of the shells, and the boxes. Nothing for his Blacktail. "Son of a..Who took all the ammo?" He searched through there once more, grabbing a single box and shaking it. A few metallic jingles were heard. "Sweet." He opened the box and checked inside, counting. One, Two, Three...seven shells for the shotgun. He handed the box to her. "You've got seven shells, Valencia. You know how to use that thing proper, kid?"