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Seth makes his way back to the police car and finds that the glock in the glove compartment was missing "Ah crap, well at least there are survivors." Seth finds that six zombies are walking towards him "Step back..." the zombies groan and grow closer Seth takes out his sidearm the H&K p8 "last warning, Step ... BACK!" a zombie lunges at him Seth fires a bullet straight through it's head Seth aims and fires four bullets three go through some heads but the fourth goes into one's arm the remaining two come forward "what the hell?" Seth reloads and fires shots into the heads they both fall over and leave a puddle of blood "Not terrorists... they wouldn't be that stupid."
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Two heard several gun shots back the way he'd come.

"Hmm... It's pleasing to hear there're survivors fighting back...But I cannot move backward..."


Two Eighty Nine encountered several more zombies. He tore out his two Glocks and, using passed experienced, fired every shot into the foreheads of the zombies. Each zombie fell to the ground and stayed there.

"Hmm... So it would seem the effect is perpetual..." He looked at his guns, "perpetual as long as I have bullets and guns to shoot them with... where's the nearest gun store?" Two Eighty Nine made his way up to and broke into the information store two blocks ahead. He holstered one gun and put the other in the back of his pants as he grabbed a 'D.C. points of interest' map.

"Hmm... That's not too far... I should have enough ammunition to deal with another fifteen or so infected..." He left abruptly. Two had never been one to partake in anything enthusiastically since his parents death but in this life and some-what-death situation he felt the need to attempt jogging. He didn't get far before he tired, and at bad timing too. Seven un-dead surrounded him on a street corner a block from the gun store. Two took out one Glack but couldn't fire yet as he was bent over trying to get his breath back. He lifted the Glack and fired at the nearest zombie. The bullets punctured the neck but didn't even cause the limping corpse to flinch.

"This," he took a deep breath, " is not," another breath, "good."
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