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Chapter 3

Later that day...

I was watching the door with George, one of my fellow employees, who worked in electronics. "DJ," said Megan over the walkie-talkie. We had decided it would be easier if some people had walkie-talkies.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Pizza is ready. What do you two want?"

"What do you want?" I asked George.

"Sausage."

"One sausage and a hawaiian."

"I'll send someone up with it." It was about twenty minutes into our shift before the pizza arrived. George and I ate in silence. George had lost his wife, and four children to the infection. Only a few of the people here, had family members in K-Mart.

Near the end of our shift, we heard something coming from the other side of the store. It was gunshots. "What's going on back there?" I shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Henry is dead, and he just came back, and is biting people."

"Damn," I shouted. I grabbed the shotgun that was next to me, and George and I headed back. We ran into a few zombies along the way, but the two of us easily shot them in the head. We arrived in the back to see a masecure in progress. The noninfected people who were standing, were fighting off those that were infected. Every now and then, someone would get bitten. I had a zombie run right at me. I blew it's head off. I got ready to fire another round but a zombie hit me from the side and knocked me over. I struggled to get it off me and prevent it from biting me. I found a handgun on the ground next to me and fired it right at the zombie. I got up and helped take out the remaining zombies. When the last one went down I took a sigh of relief. I looked around. Bodies were everywhere. The battle took it's toll on us. A majority of the group had been bitten and now were either dead or still human. I took a tally of the remaining people in the sleeping area. There were eight people alive, and still standing. "Someone count how many dead bodies we have."

"What for?" asked Eileen.

"That way we know how many zombies or people are out in the store."

"Where are we going to put the bodies?"

"There are windows upstairs that we can toss them out. Before we do that. Make sure that everyone of the dead bodies are dead. Put a bullet in each one's head." We made our way around, and we put an obvious bullet in each head. "This is going to take some time," I said refering to disposing of the dead bodies. The survivors left were, Eileen, myself, Charlie, Yvonne, Willie, Melissa, Kevin and Mark. Nobody from the council had survived. Mark was the oldest remaining. I was third, but I remained the leader. Mark was big enough that he could carry two bodies at a time. Charlie and Willie could each carry one, and the girls and I paired up to take one at a time. It took two hours to get all the bodies out, but we managed. Now there was a big pile of dead bodies behind the building.

We then all went to the furniture department and sat down on the couches. "Okay," I said. "New rules. If anyone is bitten, they must be killed, no matter what. Is that understood?"

"Yes," they replied.

"The reason is we do not want a repeat of tonight. With the decline in numbers, we can last longer. Eileen and Yvonne, I want you to take another count of the supplies we have. Mark and Charlie, I want you guarding the front door. Even though we are short, I want two people covering. And until we account for the missing bodies, nobody travels alone. After we find the last missing body, we will go to one at the door at all times. Everyone is now carrying a walkie talkie. Who needs one?" I tossed one to each of those that didn't. "We're on channel 2." Willie raised his hand. "Yes, Willie?"

"Are we going to try and communicate the outside world?"

"No," I replied. "The reason is, people will come find us. We have supplies. If we find a convoy, we will join them. Other posistions, Willie and Melissa, I want you to clean up dinner."

"Okay," the two of them replied.

"What about us?" asked Kevin, who was the second oldest of the group.

"We're going zombie hunting. We've got five bodies that unaccounted for, and we are going to find them. Also, in addition to everyone carrying a walkie-talkie, everyone carries three guns. Stick with smaller guns that way you can fire with two of them. Don't take anything that requires you use two hands on it. Now get to your jobs. It is now 9 o'clock, meet back here in an hour, except for Mark and Charlie. If Kevin and I haven't found all of the bodies, then we will have another guard in the sleeping area. This time, children can guard either spot. Now get to work." All four groups headed to the spots.

"This has been an interesting two days, huh?" said Kevin.

"Yeah," I replied. As Kevin and I walked past the baby section I stopped. Until now, I had forgotten that Susan was pregnant. She was one of the unfortunate ones that died.

"You okay?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," I replied. We continued our rounds. Just then, I heard gun fire. "Who's shooting?" I shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"We are," replied Willie. "We're in kitchen appliances."

"We're on our way. Mark, Charlie, stay where you are. Everyone else, to kitchen appliances." We arrived to find Willie and Melissa fighting off two zombies. One of them managed to bite Melissa on the arm. I fired two shots, killing the zombies. I then turned my gun and pointed it at Melissa.

"Woah," she said.

"You know the drill," I said. "I'm sorry, Melissa." Melissa pulled out her own gun and put it under her chin and pulled the trigger. We all turned away as her she pulled. "Dammit," I said. "Melissa is dead," I said into the walkie-talkie. I turned to Willie. "Clean-up can wait. Stick with us." Before ten o'clock, we managed to find two zombie. I about closed my eyes when I pulled the trigger at the first one. It was Susan. "Sorry," I said as I pulled. Just then, something jumped from above and landed on Kevin. The zombie took a large chunk out of Kevin's shoulder. I fired the two bullets, one at the zombie, and the other at Kevin. Willie and I met Eileen and Yvonne at the sleeping bags. "I'll take first watch here." The other three got into sleeping bags and fell asleep.

Around midnight, I heard two more gun shots. "Mark's dead," said Charlie. "I killed the zombie that bit him."

"Good," I said. "That means we have all bodies accounted for. "Kevin and Melissa are dead, too."

"So there are only five of us left?" said Willie, who had wakened up.

"Yeah," I replied. "Mark, come on back and get some sleep."

"What about the door?"

"We should be fine."

"I'll stay up," said Willie.

"Thanks, Willie." I gave him the flashlight and went back to a sleeping bag. I stayed up for a bit before falling asleep.

A/N. Please R&R. Hope you are enjoying. So 83 of the group is dead. How will the remaining survivors cope?

Preview: The day after the masecure.