Quinn and the others were now sat in the bar, after they had cleared it up as best they could and they had moved Seth's body out of the car park of the bar.
Rebecca and Daniel were on a table by themselves, Daniel now had his arm around Rebecca, she had stopped crying a while now but the both found comfort in the others closeness. Marcus, Phillip and Steven were sat at a table all with a glass of whiskey in their hands and an empty bottle in the middle of the table. Quinn was behind the bar trying to find another bottle for the four of them to continue drinking. They were all about to go to sleep and a watch system had been drawn up, Phillip taking the first watch followed by Steven, then it was Quinn's turn. He just wanted a bottle to take with them when they left in the morning.
"Time for some sleep then." Phillip said whilst knocking back his glass. "Come on find some place to sleep."
The others wasted no time in finding a place to sleep. Marcus simply rested his head on the table his guns in front of him. Steven lay down on the floor, as did Rebecca and Daniel.
Quinn decided to sleep on the floor next to the bar, resting his head on the bar that ran along the ground parallel to the bar.
A slight shrugging of his arm awakened Quinn; he never was the heaviest of sleepers thousands of shifts on call had done that to him, it was Steven waking him up for his shift.
"What time is it?" Quinn groaned.
"Three o'clock doc." Steven replied.
Quinn rubbed at his eyes as he pulled himself up off the floor. He then bent down and picked up his rifle.
"It's been all clear so far, just make sure you go to the back room and check the view from the kitchen window every so often okay?" Steven asked
Quinn nodded in reply.
Steven then settled down to get some sleep.
Quinn leant against the bar rubbing his head and trying desperately to shake the sensation of tiredness even though he was sleeping on the floor in some grotty and smelly bar the floor still seemed inviting to his tired head. He was regretting the fact that he had several glasses of that whiskey.
Eventually and urgent need to go to the toilet gripped him, he decided he'd go outside and do it up against the wall at least the cold might keep him awake.
He walked across the bar stepping over Phillip on his way out. Then exited into the cold night
The first thing he noticed when he stood outside was how devastatingly cold it was. He was only wearing his suit, which had dirt streaks across and the odd blood streak as well. If any one had been standing outside in normal times they would've thought that Quinn had just stumbled out of a bar fight, he had the look about him that showed he hadn't slept properly in various days. His hair was matted together with sweat and blood, and the facial hair on him was very unkempt. He really did look like some one who went to a group with an alcohol problem.
He slung the rifle onto his shoulder and then continued to pee against the wall. It may have been fortune of misfortune that he had decided to go outside to do it. Because the second he was in full flow he heard a scraping sound behind him. He quickly glanced around, and saw nothing, just the empty car park with the two ambulance trucks parked in it. Plus the few bikes that had been left out the front of the bar. The petrol station was dark and empty.
He quickly span back round and finished his original task, then as he was doing up his zip on his trousers there was a bang from behind him the sound of something hitting against metal.
He span round again quickly taking the rifle off his shoulders.
This time there was something, a zombie, on top of the ambulance, blood dripping down from it's jaw and it's face in a state of desperation and joy.
Quinn couldn't help but let his jaw drop, this zombie that he saw was the most hideous one yet, it had blood smeared all across it's body and the amount of bite marks over made him wonder how it could actually move. It's eyes were locked onto him like he was a prized diamond, drool slowly slobbered out of the corner of it's mouth as it stared at him. Then it's head slowly tilted as though it was sizing him up knowing that a fight was about to ensue.
Quinn quickly cocked the gun and raised it up at the corpse.
The creature didn't know as if expecting Quinn's shot to miss any way.
Quinn aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger.
CLICKIt was dry.
"Shit" Quinn uttered as the creature leapt of the truck and hit the ground running.
Quinn had little time to react he managed to raise the gun up to brace himself against the oncoming assault.
The zombie smashed against him and the pair scattered to the floor, the zombie on top of him and the only thing in-between the pair was the empty rifle.
Quinn had to force his head away from the zombie's jaw as it snapped at him, the stench coming from it's mouth made him want to hurl, drool sprayed all over him as it tried to sink it's teeth into his neck.
He cried out from the struggle desperately trying to force the flesh hungry cadaver of himself.
"Get off me you fucker" he strained as he pushed the gun underneath the zombie's neck and forced it upwards.
The zombie snarled as it whatever part of its brain was still functioning realised that it was losing it's grip on it's prey.
Quinn then managed to bring his leg up against its chest and he forced upwards crying out as he did so. The zombie rolled off him snarling as it did so.
Quinn was quick back onto his feet and he gripped the rifle by the barrel, waiting for the zombie to recover its feet.
It was quick on it's feet but Quinn this time was ready, he swung the gun round and hit the zombie square it the face with the butt of the rifle. There was a crack as the zombie span onto the ground again it wasn't finished yet though. It began to rise again, but Quinn seized the opportunity and advanced on the creature, rifle raised above his head this time he smashed down on the once human's skull. There was a louder crack this time and it stayed down for good.
Quinn halted over the body that had only been attacking him moments ago, he hadn't realised that he was panting through fear and exhaustion.
He scanned the area around him; there wasn't a sign of movement. The only sign of life was coming from him. He was now terrified if one zombie had managed to stumble across them out here in the middle of no where then hundreds could be on their way. As if his thoughts where bad omens Quinn heard a roar from his left.
He looked down the road from which they had all travelled only a few hours previous and there were at least four zombies making there way down the road.
"Oh gimmie a break!" he sighed.