Drake grabbed a Ruger P90 from the cabinet next to where the zombie layed, dead. He pulled two clips from around the same area, loading them full with shells, all of which had full metal jacket casings, balisticaly tipped.

For 10 more minutes, he would check the store to make sure no one else was there.

"Good shit..." He mummbled, looking around the shop full of ammo and guns, a section of the store devoted to crossbows and compound bows. "I'm loaded for a while..." He spoke to himself again, starting to round up all of the clips to the guns in the shop, loading them all with ammo until he would be sure he would be ready for just about anything. "Four 30.6's... 8 .22's... 8 .9mm's... Two military issued M6's... one M8... 300 30.6 shells, 1000 .22 shells, 492 .9mm shells, 134 shells for either the M6 or 8..." He spoke to himself, pacing around in a circle in the middle of the store. "8 Compound bows which I can shoot... over 200 arrows... 4 cross bows... 190 bolts..." He stopped in place, staring at a blood stain on the carpet. 'How long will it take them to find me here... should I let others in if they're looking for shelter...?' a million different questions popped into his head all at once, giving him the on commings of a headache. "This is so fucked up..." he groaned, tapping the Ruger P90 on his temple lightly. 'I'm gonna die eventually...' The thought finally ran through his head. 'There's no way i'll come through this alive...' he thought again, but then he mentally slapped himself, 'Fuck this, i'm not dying yet... Too much I haven't done yet...' He thought, staring at a light in the cieling, 'I have to...'.

He walked to the back of the store, pulling down the ladder to the cieling. He climed up it slowly, making his way to the roof, toating a 30.6 on his back. The sound of a car could be heard, he punched out a board on the billboard ontop of the shop, giving a good enough place to shoot without the zombies being able to see him... atleast he hoped. He put his back to the board, slidding down to the ground, making a light thud as his butt hit the ground. He pulled on a golden necklace around his neck, a golden cross attached to it. He pulled it to his lips, kissing it lightly befor he dropped it and stood back up, putting the gun through the hole, focusing in the scope.

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