It wasn't long before they'd reached the shop. It seemed to glow to Shaun. It was just packed full of guns, you could see them through the window. "Oh, kick arse", said Shaun. He got off the bike. "Ouch. Think I'm getting hemmoroids." said Shaun. "What?" said Betsy. "Said let's get some guns and ammo!" shouted Shaun. Betsy just nodded slowly. They all approached the shop. Most of the people from the jeep had weapons of some sort. Some looked around at the ready as they caught the attention of several zombies. Shaun and a couple of others slammed at the glass with their weapons and this time it broke. "Bitchin'!" said Shaun. Soon, they were all inside the shop, loading guns. "This is what I'm talking about! This time we won't lose any. And we'll show them no mercy! Let's take them all out! Clean the streets!" Shaun said. "You're awfully gung ho about this", said Betsy. "Betsy, this is the motherload! This is our best chance to fight back! We didn't have this shite in England, I assure you." said Shaun. "It's just so nasty. And those things, I feel almost a little sorry for them. Maybe..." said Betsy. Shaun took her by the arms. "Betsy, those things are not human anymore! They have no feelings. You can't change that no matter how hard you try. I tried once. I tried to keep my best friend as a zombie chained up in the shed but it just didn't work out. You can only deal with these things one way" said Shaun. "I'm sorry, Shaun", said Betsy. They looked into eachother's eyes.
"They're comin close", said a woman at the window. One grabbed her hand. "Aahh!", she said, backing up and firing at it.
"Very good. But it's better to use the semi-automatics for this sort of thing. Damn, I'm glad you people didn't ban them" said Shaun. "But Shaun, there's no reason to own a semi-automatic gun under normal circumstances", said Betsy. "Betsy, do I look like I care!" said Shaun. She frowned at him as he moved to the window and unleashed a torrent of bullets at the things' heads. It was an all out shootout of insanity as the people fired at the approaching zombies, and the zombies were dropping like flies.
But more zombies kept approaching. "You know, we should really just hole up somewhere like they say on the news. That's the safest thing", said Betsy. Shaun sighed. "I suppose you're right Betsy. My plans have a way of leading to disaster. We should get out of here. But where do we go? Another hotel?" said Shaun. "It's going to be hard to find a place that isn't already full and barracaded." Betsy said.
Shaun moaned. "Bet you wish you'd stayed in England, eh, 'chap'?" asked a guy with a backwards baseball cap. "Nah, food was rubbish there. No trees. No forests... that's it! Forests! We should go hide out in the woods! They don't like unpopulated areas. We can hide out deep in the woods till it blows over. We'll break into a store and get some tents or something,", said Shaun. They all looked at eachother and shrugged. "Sounds good to me", was the general concensus. They all loaded up on guns and took off for supplies, including a map, and then headed for the hills. On the way they hit a swarm of zombies. Shaun pulled a rifle out from where he'd strapped it to his back and began firing it while he rode the moterbike. But he quickly crashed, unable to navigate through so many of the beastly entities. "Shite!" said Shaun, tumbling to the ground. "NOOO! Shaun!" said Betsy, screeching the car to a stop. People began firing their guns at the zombies to get them away from the area where Shaun had fallen.
"I'm ok!" said Shaun, raising a hand. A shot fired right above his head. "Jesus! Be careful who you blow away, right?" said Shaun. "Sorry", said somebody in the back of the jeep. "Shaun, get in the jeep", said Betsy. Shaun couldn't argue, they were closing in around him. He ran to the jeep but it was stuffed with people. "There's no room!" Shaun said. Everyone sucked in their breath and squoze in a bit more. "Come on, Shaun!" said Betsy. Shaun stuck his butt into a small space and the rest of him hung out the window. The car started. It was already moving slower than normal because of all the weight, and now it was just a bit slower. Shaun fired semi automatics at everything he saw. He blasted a Ronald McDonald statue apart. "Watch out, make sure you don't hit any uninfected people!" called someone from the front. "Right. Sorry Ronald", said Shaun.
Eventually they started to leave the masses behind them. The farther they got from large groups of people, the farther they got from large groups of zombies. They made there way into the woods. They were in the pine barrens. They eventually had to desert the jeep and go on on foot. "Uuughh!" groaned Shaun, forcing himself out of his cramped position and tumbling onto the ground. After everyone had done some stretching, they all began to trek further into the woods. "They'll find us, I just know they will", said a young guy with sideburns. "Least we have our guns", mumbled Shaun. "You and your gun obsession! There is more to us than that, you know. What about baseball?" said Betsy. "Baseball? It gives me the hives", said Shaun. "Well, what about blinding amounts of advertising?" said somebody else. "Now that's a pasttime! You people know how to make money", said Shaun. "You people? YOU PEOPLE?" said someone else. "Put a lid on it," grumbled Betsy. A half hour or so passed before they decided to camp out. "They'll come for us, I know they will", said the sideburned guy again. "We'll have someone stand guard. If any appear we'll all wake up and..." said Shaun, lifting his semi.
They built a fire and set up camp. They were all sitting around it. "Didn't anybody bring marshmellows?" asked a woman.
There was a low growling and a shuffling. "Oh, no, not yet!" said Shaun. They all froze.
"It's... it's just a bear", said Betsy. "JUST a bear?" said Shaun. "Nobody move. Nobody fire!" said Betsy. "Just a bear, she says! That thing could eat me whole..." said Shaun, as the furry animal moved along behind some trees. "Just leave it. It will move on. We tied up the food away from us", whispered Betsy. "I've never seen a bear in my life! Ooh, that's huge!" whispered Shaun.
Night went on and most fell asleep. A balding man with fuzzy brown hair named Thompson who looked a bit like Art Garfunkle was first to stand guard. He sat there chewing bubblegum and looking around as the others tried to sleep. Shaun's eyes shot open at every tiny noise, but eventually his heavy eyes closed and he fell asleep.