CHAPTER 38: FIGHTING FOR THE FARM

This is our farm! Walkers would not take over it!

I run outside down the sidesteps and grab a gun from Hershel's duffle bag. I don't even think about where that has all come from.

I screw up my face and shoot anything that shuffles, moans, or has a limb torn off.

I'm so into it I don't realize that Hershel is gone or the others have left in the cars.

I don't even realize that I'm running out of ammo.

I guess it looks like I don't have an unlimited ammo code.

FIN