He quickly checked his ammo supply, looking back and forth between the window and his ammo. Seven clips for the rifle, and four for his sidearm. Other than that, he only had his knife. Tank fired at the closing zombies, knowing the chances of making it out alive was very slim. A bullet slammed into one of the undead soldier's head, dropping him quickly. Tank continued to fire, listening the the boards being torn off of the windows. Ping. Tank loaded a fresh clip into the Garand, and looked down the stairs. Five zombies in the building, closing on his position, and two outside breaking through another window. "Damn it!" He thought, opening fire on the soldiers. He hit one twice, once in the chest, and once in the leg. It dropped to the ground, and began to quickly crawl up the stairs, growling loudly. He fired once more, hitting it in the face, killing it. He fired three more times, killing two more of them, injuring the other. He fired again, killing the injured zombie. More and more entered the building, moving up the stairs towards Tank. He knocked the boards off of one of the windows and looked down. Only one zombie walking around, growling quietly. Tank fired, killing it, the leaped out of the window. He hit the ground and rolled, his leg hurt from the fall. He ran away from the building, adrenaline pumping through his veins, fear sweeping over his body. He looked back, and saw there was multiple zombies all around the building, chasing him. He equiped the detonator for the Bouncing Betty bombs and looked at the building. "Little bit more....just a little closer..." He said aloud. He detonated the bombs. The building exploded, killing the zombies, and throwing him onto his back, his body splashing down in the muddy water. He quickly stood up, and looked up at the sky. The skies clouded up, thunder exploding in the air. "What the hell is it now?" He thought. Lightening lauched down and exploded as it hit the earth, growling erupting from it. Tank aimed at the clearing smoke, and waited. Waited for something to happen. Growling. Fire that ignited even the water. A large, black, bloody, and burned dog with blood-red eyes exploded out of the smoke, growling and barking. Tank fired twice, missing once, and hitting it once. The dog was uninjured. Tank fired three more times at the closing dog, hitting it tiwce. It still sprinted forward, growling, barking. Tank fired, hitting it in the head. The dog exploded into flames, throwing Tank back a few feet. He groaned in pain, and slowly stood up, seeing the zombies slowly moving closer and closer. Tank looked at his rifle to be sure it wasn't wet, and then turned and ran. His thoughts raced, thankful the rifle wasn't wet, but knowing it probably wasn't going to matter much longer. He could hear more of the dogs growling and barking behind him, the noise overpowering the zombies growl for food.