So there I was aiming a shotgun at a bunch of teenage punks who had found Katie and I in that dank dusty garage. I gave them a warning and told them to leave. They weren't convinced and hey neither was I. Well they thought it was funny at first I mean think about it. This one scrawny guy with a partially loaded shotgun against five crazed teenagers I mean would you be afraid. Well they sure weren't.
I stood there for about a second as I racked my brain to find a solution to this problem. I mean I was outnumbered, they had a hostage, and I was low on ammo. It seemed like hours, it was really seconds, and I still had no idea what I was going to do. It was then that one of those crazy bastards tried to come up behind me with a baseball bat. I saw him through the reflection on my windshield. I jumped to the side as he brought that Louisville Slugger down right were my head was. I turned and hit him in the face with the butt end of the shotgun. That set his friends off. One brought his pistol up, I pulled the trigger on the shotgun, the pellets flew out and hit him in the gut and he fell back. I was ruining on adrenaline and pure instinct. My skill with the shotgun wasn't that good. I had learned to load and fire it in the days prior out of survival. So the four remaining guys raised their guns. I shot another and that seemed to scare them off. They shot at me through the door and ran out. Right into the waiting jaws of the nearby zombies they were harassing. A few stumbled into the garage so I fired my shotgun. Katie managed to get her .45 out and dropped a few as well. The shotgun ran out fast and I searched franticly for another weapon. I used my ax to drop a few more. As I stumbled back I tripped on one of those punk's assault rifles. It was a G-36. I didn't know how to use it, but I grabbed it anyways. I flicked the safety off and fired. More were attracted to the noise and we decided to make a run for it. Katie game me cover as I franticly reinstalled the spark plug in the van. We both piled in and drove away.
We didn't talk much after that Katie and I. I just wanted to drive it all out of my head. I shot someone. Not a zombie, I had gotten used to that a few week earlier. But I couldn't drive out of my head the guys guts hanging out of his stomach. His screams as the zombies descended on him. We drove onwards. Onwards into the future.
