"Are you kidding me? That's quite possibly the worst plan I've ever heard." Randy stared in astonishment at me after my explanation.

"Why?" I got up, hefting my bat. "All my zombie plans are on that laptop, and there's probably a bunch of supplies we can use there as well. It makes perfect sense."

Billy stood as well, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "Randy, as much as I hate to say this, he has a point. He really does have a lot of zombie plans, and the cafeteria there is pretty well stocked. It could very well be a mother lode."

All of us finally looked to Evan, awaiting his opinion. As he looked up to us from his greasy, longish hair, he spoke with barely hidden enthusiasm.

"Dude. We get to kill zombies AND possible damage a crappy community college? I'm completely for this." He finally stood. "Scott? Do you have a plan to get there as well?"

I smiled, "Indeed I do. As long as we have some form of weaponry, we should be okay." I glanced around the gas station we had made our home since the infection. We had managed to avoid having the zombies get in, but we saw some new ones beginning to appear, and without ranged weapons, we were going to have some issues getting around. As we searched around our impromptu fortress, we discovered some basic weapons like crowbars and pipes, but still no guns or really anything. Suddenly, Billy spoke in hushed tones.

"Guys. Shut up. I hear something." We all stood and slowly crept over to the windows. It was midday, and though we'd boarded up the windows, we had left small slats so would could see the outside world.

"Holy shit. No. I am not leaving here. That's psychotic." Randy began to step away from the window, taking deep inhales on his cig to calm himself down. "No. I refuse."

Outside small group of zombie surrounding a school bus that had broken down. It looked like the people inside had made and attempt to fortify it before traveling, and it had failed. The infected were stripping the sheet metal off of it like peeling a potato. We could hear muffled screams inside, and suddenly a string of gunshots rang out from the bus, taking out a few of the zombies, but helping none.

"Oh God….I can't watch this." I turned away after hearing more shrieks and gunshots. "We need to leave soon. I can't stand being stuck here."

After a long silence, Evan spoke."Guys…I think the bus people are dead…." I walked back to the window and checked. The infected were slowly walking away and looking for more prey.

"Do….do you think the guns are still there?" Randy looked at all of us. "I mean, I still don't want to go out there, but hey, guns are better than bats. And really, it's not like those people are going to use them anymore."

I sighed. "Yeah….alright. Let's go searching, gents. Waste not want not, right?" I cracked a small smile. "Let's go, I want this over with before dark."

Evan cracked the door carefully, then turned around. "I have an idea. Let's leave two people behind to watch the place, so the zombies don't get it, yeh?"

Randy immediately got up. "I'm all for that. Just bring me back a gun, okay?"

I nodded, and motioned to Billy. "You do the same. Evan's too psychotic to leave with Randy." He nodded, then too requested a gun. "I got your back, don't worry." I turned back to Evan. "Come on, we got a job to do."

Evan turned back to the door and slowly opened it again. It would be our first time seeing daylight since the world descended into hell.

"Well. This should be amusing." A group of infected stared back at me and Evan, sniffing. From behind, I heard Randy just before he shut the door.

"Oh. Oh damn. This is why I stayed inside."