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older pieces were more for show at one time, as were most of the other weapons in the back of his ride, but they were just as good as anything else out there, based solely on availability. Or in other words, they were the weapons his father had stockpiled in his basement as part of his once very illegal gun collection, complete with ammunition. Tenner had to hand it to dear old Dad. What point was there in having a cache of automatic weapons if you had no ammunition for them? Like a broken pencil––pointless.
    The hissing intensified, and he heard the scuffing of footsteps. Moans. He should’ve worn his sunglasses, but they were up front.
    Tenner loaded an extended magazine capable of holding thirty-three rounds into the Glock 18. He flicked the selector switch to semi-automatic, not wanting to blow his load too quickly. He then pulled out the twin of the Glock and loaded it as well. He holstered both pistols, inspecting each magazine.
    In the shine of the SUV’s body, he could see a shadow lumbering toward him from behind. His peripheral vision picked up movement coming at him from the station itself. It was a veritable mob. Tenner would never have suspected the Irving station to be such a welcoming pit stop for so many motorists.
    He looked over his remaining weapons and ammunition in the rear, wondering if there was anything he missed. None he could see. He didn’t like using the heavier stuff for such occasions, preferring the more personal devastation of the pistols. Believing he was ready, he turned around and saw the first zombie staggering toward him with its black mouth open. About a dozen others followed.
    “Philistines.” He wasn’t religious, but he liked the sound of the word. He drew both of his pistols and extended his arms.
    In three seconds, he unleashed thunder at the zombies, their heads exploding with each measured shot and their bodies dropping in rapid sequence. The last zombie spun with half of its skull missing, and Tenner put a finishing bullet into the brain matter that remained. He then turned to face the zombies coming at him from the station. Tenner stepped away from his SUV, waiting patiently for the zombies to close, shaking out the shock in his arms from firing the Glocks so rapidly. His father would have bawled him out for doing that. His father didn’t need much of a reason to bawl him out, which was one of the reasons Tenner had had no problem putting a bullet in the old bastard’s head. The old man had already turned into a zombie, but that was beside the point.
    One corpse stepped out from behind a sedan, and Tenner took aim. The head shattered when he fired, and Tenner mentally thanked his old man for not only stockpiling the weapons and ammo, but the hollow points as well. Well over two thousand rounds of ammunition. If Tenner didn’t know better, he would’ve thought his father had actually anticipated the rise of the Philistines and prepared accordingly. That, or he just felt nothing killed better than the specialized bullets. Tenner had to admit that having the extended twins in his hands gave him an incredible surge of power. With his boys, he felt there wasn’t much on the highway he couldn’t handle. And if there was, well, that was just more of a challenge.
    Tenner fired a round into the kneecap of one zombie, exploding the joint, while at the same time blowing a huge hole in and out of the body of another. He chastised himself for wasting bullets, but goddamn if it didn’t feel good to play. He executed both corpses as they tried to rise from the ground, the tops of their heads splattering to the stutter of the Glocks. He took an arm off at the shoulder of one, spinning the zombie about like a top before stopping its whirl by firing a round into its ear. He blasted the heads off three in quick succession before dropping to a knee, sighting another target, and blowing out one zombie’s pelvic region. He turned from left to right, killing the undead with the focused