After Shaun had gotten up, he looked out the windows and saw that there were a few to be found surrounding the house and in the distance, but nowhere near as many as in town. "What say we hop in that heap of a car you've got by the house and we can get out of here? me and we can get out of said Shaun. "No, no, I ain't gonna let no zombies drive me out of my home." said Robert. "But--" said Shaun. "Hell no! I been through a tornado, floodin', racoons, the gov'ment, all kinds of crazy riffraff, and I can take these hellions", said Robert. "But--" said Shaun. "I'M STAYIN'" roared Robert. "If you're sure. Just lock up tight, right? Well, I'd best be going. Could I take the spade? If you're going to be using the gun", said Shaun. "Yheah, sure", said Robert. Shaun made his way with the petrol back out to the moterbike. There were just a few of them around, wandering around like cows in the fields. Shaun kept an eye out as he filled the tank, then he tucked the spade into his pants and drove off. He reached a small business area. There were more of them here, but no huge crowds. As he sped down the street, dodging a zombie here and there, he kept an eye out for a gun store.
"Come on, guns, guns, where the hell are they?" Shaun asked. He came apon a bank and recalled seeing part of some quasi-documentary where a guy got a free gun on the spot at a bank! The bank looked clear, but was empty. Shaun almost drove the bike right through the window, then realized he would probably be killed by all the glass. He hopped off his bike and tried to smash the window with the spade. "Come ON! Aaahh! I'm in America and I want a fucking gun!" Shaun hollared.
"Shaun?" asked a voice from behind him. "Betsy!" said Shaun. She was in a Jeep packed with people. People were all over eachother. "Are you alright? Is that your bike?" said Betsy. "More or less. Are you alright? Got out of the hotel alright?" said Shaun. "Yheah, eventually. I'd ask you to ride with us but we're jam packed. Where are you headed?" said Betsy. "Your guess is as good as mine. Just trying to find a gun, you know?" said Shaun. "That's a good idea. We should break into a gunshop", said someone in the jeep. "You're not still trying white magic are you, Betsy? Cus one of them ate my girlfriend and I don't think incense would have warded him off", said Shaun. "Oh, uh, no. Well, does anyone know where to find - Shaun, watch out!" said Betsy. A quick two blows with the spade, and Shaun turned back to face Betsy. "Sorry?" said Shaun. "Um, I was just asking if anyone knew where to find a gun shop", said Betsy.
"Two blocks down and ya make a left on Vine" said a man in the backseat. "Alrighty, then!" said Betsy. "Let's all head down there then, shall we? Forget the bank, that's rubbish. I'm on my way, meet you there", said Shaun. He climbed aboard the bike as the others took off.