Alright the next four chapters all take place at the same time. Once they're all out, they may be read in any order. Anyway, let's see what happens.

Chapter Six

Shauntell was sent along with Missy and Bailey. This made him feel more comfortable, seeing as Bailey was a huntress and Missy was, well, Missy. They set out for the northern side of town, in search of whatever they could find. This was the residential district, ultimately making it the most dangerous district. For obvious reasons, they came loaded with weapons and ammo. The first stop would be the Grocery store.

Shauntell gripped his magnum a little bit tighter as they came up on the main entrance. Bailey gently pushed the door open, and they entered quietly. They had about seven hours before sunset, so they had time to thoroughly inspect the grocery store. Except for a few half-eaten corpses, it was devoid of inhabitance. The power was out, making it very hard to see anything. However, the trio finally found the gun section.

Among a collection of hunting rifles, there was a host of .22 caliber ammunition. For Bailey, it was a dream come true. She immediately dropped her old, worn rifle and grabbed a much newer and better one. Along with it, she grabbed some boxes of the .22 ammo. There was nothing else in that particular section that could help anyone else.

They progressed to the foods section, where anything in a can was taken. They cleared most of the aisles within seconds. Though the group had agreed upon "necessities only", Shauntell stole a few seconds to grab some whiskey from the store. Then, with the same silence and speed as which they came, they left.

They walked out into the bright open sun and relaxed. At least out in the open they could spot a zombie more easily. They left that building and progressed down the street, noiselessly. No words were spoken by anyone, as they continued down the street. Finally, they came across a gun shop, which was slightly unnerving upon first sight.

The windows were broken in, and there was a mass of blood at the front entrance. Against his better judgment, Shauntell turned back to his companions.

"We should stop by in there," he said.

"Why? Don't you see the blood right there?" Missy said blatantly.

"Yeah, but I also see weapons and ammo that we can use inside"

"Look; at best, there'll be one zombie in there."

"Yeah, and that's all we need to get us killed."

"And we only need one bullet to kill it. With all the ammo in there, it'll equate to more than a few dead zombies."

With an exasperated sigh, Missy gave in. Shauntell raced to the door, drew his magnum, and proceeded into the building. Upon the walls there was an arsenal of guns, using all types of ammunition. Immediately catching his eye was magnum ammunition, sitting in the plexi-glass case in the counter. Shauntell broke through with a quick jab, and took three cases.

He looked behind the counter and saw a display M1 Carbine. He jumped over the counter and grabbed the rifle. He took out the magazine, and to his surprise it was full. Why would a display gun be fully loaded? He checked a notch right above the trigger. Surprising him once more was the fact that the gun was not set on safety. Shauntell smiled wearily. The shop owner was smart enough to keep a fully functional semi-automatic weapon with his grasp.

Missy and Bailey walked in briskly. They too began picking up and examining guns. Shauntell jumped back over the counter and went to the far end of the store where the close range weapons were. He found precisely what he was looking for. Behind a glass case was a Japanese katana. The blade was 3 feet of folded steel that could cut through skin and bone: perfect for killing zombies. He took it out the sword, sheath and all, and strapped it to his belt. Suddenly, his name was called.

"Hey Shauntell! Come over here!" Missy voice said. He obliged, and made his way back to the front.

"Do you see any 7.62 rounds? My Dragunov is running low." She asked. Shauntell strained his eyes upon the different cases of ammo, but did not see any fit for a Dragunov.

"No I don't. But there might be some in the storage room in the back" He said as he turned and went that way. He walked to the back and opened the door. Immediately, a force threw him back. A zombie burst through the door, catching him unaware.

"Holy Shit!" he yelled. He went to draw his magnum, but it became stuck. The infected man shambled towards him quickly, its jaws prying open. Shauntell desperately tugged at his gun, but it would not come free. With his adrenaline pumping, he quickly began thinking of what to do. He unsheathed his new blade and tried to swing at the creature's head, but it ducked under and swatted the sword from his hand. It grabbed his arms and tried to bite him, but Shauntell fought with every inch of his well built muscle. However this thing fought equally hard with carnivoric hunger. Shauntell began to tire, but the zombie didn't.

Suddenly though, it gave up completely and dropped to the floor. Shauntell looked over to see Bailey, her new rifle still raised from its pioneer shot. She slung it over her shoulder, a giant smile on her face.

"Oh my god thank you Bailey!!" Shauntell said. He ran up and gave her a hug, showing his appreciation.

"Uhh sure." She said awkwardly. Missy watched the scene impatiently.

"Very cute. Now can we get out of here? Other zombies are sure to have heard the gunshot" She said already almost out of the door. They followed her out. Shauntell walked out of the shop just in time to see Missy inspecting a car.

"Hey this one's in pretty good shape. And the gas meter says it's full." She said touring around a large white truck. She looked at the driver's seat window and exclaimed, "Hey! The keys are in it too!"

She opened the door, and an alarm immediately went off. She stepped back as the truck's horn and alarm went off without end. Bailey and Shauntell looked in disbelief as the truck seemed to light up like neon sign saying "Dinner is served". Missy walked back to the car and turned off the alarm. She looked at her companions apologetically.

"And you said I was loud?" Bailey asked rhetorically. She got no response. Shauntell said nothing. He had but one instinct at that point: run. As fast as possible. Get away from the truck. This thought was confirmed by a moan in a house to their left. Shauntell turned to his friends.

"RUN! NOW!" And so they did. They ran from the horde of shambling undead bodies behind them. Finally, they lost them within the twists and turns of the concrete jungle. At that point, it was nearly sunset. The trio returned to the hotel, and subsequently slept upon arrival. The next day, they would leave for good.