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the whole place on fire. Gilbert lost all the color in his face when he made the connection. He was about half a second away from damn near blowing us sky high, and he hadn’t given it a thought. He backed away to a safe distance and snapped off a single powerful .308 shot, and killed the zombie. Abby just looked at him in amazement. She was shocked at what he almost did. Gilbert looked a little ashamed as well.
I didn’t say anything, or give him a dirty look. I drained the hoses back into the underground storage tank and got everything more or less as clean as I could get it. With just a few more zombies coming into rifle range I decided I really wanted to get inside the store to see if anything was left behind. I asked Patty and Gilbert if they thought we had ten minutes to spare, and they both thought we had the time.
I smashed out the small shards of glass remaining in the broken window frame at the front of the store, and climbed inside. Abby covered the front while I cleared the interior. Most of the store was cleaned out, and there were no undead inside. There was an epic pool of blood on the floor near the busted windows though. I am fairly sure someone who came in there cut themselves open on the glass when they jumped in. That someone didn’t take the time to get the glass out of the way and it looks like they paid the price for their stupidity with a few pints of red innards.
I snagged plastic bags from behind the counter and took everything I could find. Motor oil, shitty flashlights, a few things of various batteries, lighters, condoms, energy shot drinks, car fresheners, a few car ice scrapers, a bottle of diet generic cola, three rolls of toilet paper, and some miscellaneous bullshit that may or may not be useful at a later date. I’m starting to see some wisdom in the Patty and Abby school of loot acquisition. Bring everything home and sort it out later.
As I handed Abby the bags of shit I’d gathered up I realized I’d forgotten to check one of the largest areas in the store. I recalled that the coolers here had a walk in door in the back so you could wheel a dolly right into the cooler directly. I told Abby I would be right back. I found the heavy duty refrigerator door and yanked it open quickly, stepping back. Nothing moved inside, and I found a motherlode. Stacked about waist high running ten feet straight along the back wall of the cooler were 12 packs of soda, beer, energy drinks, and various other beverages you find at convenience stores. I grabbed the dolly sitting in the hall and stacked as much as I could up, and wheeled it out the front door. Abby busted a mega nut when she saw me wheeling it out and laughed again. Apparently I was grinning ear to ear screaming “YAHOO!” as I ran across the parking lot pushing the dolly, but I don’t remember that at all. I think she’s bullshitting me.
I dropped the dolly near the ass end of Gilbert’s truck, and ran back inside to get the second load of soda with the other dolly I saw. When I was about three quarters of the way done loading the drinks on the dolly, I heard Patty and Gilbert’s guns start barking at the undead outside. A small pack of dead folks had come out of the woodwork somehow and were alarmingly close to us. I wheeled the dolly out the front door again, stopped, and drew the Glock to help. I snapped off a small number of rounds to kill a few as Abby got everything loaded into the trucks.
Once everything was clear enough to move safely, I helped Abby load the rest of the beverages into the truck along with the two dollies and we all piled into the trucks. We were history. The plow truck drove like shit with all the extra weight from the full barrels. I nearly lost control rounding a reasonably gentle corner due to the barrels shifting sideways and the slick sleet covering the road. Luckily I was paying attention and avoided losing all the fuel we’d just worked so hard to get.
The roads home were clear of danger, and
I didn’t say anything, or give him a dirty look. I drained the hoses back into the underground storage tank and got everything more or less as clean as I could get it. With just a few more zombies coming into rifle range I decided I really wanted to get inside the store to see if anything was left behind. I asked Patty and Gilbert if they thought we had ten minutes to spare, and they both thought we had the time.
I smashed out the small shards of glass remaining in the broken window frame at the front of the store, and climbed inside. Abby covered the front while I cleared the interior. Most of the store was cleaned out, and there were no undead inside. There was an epic pool of blood on the floor near the busted windows though. I am fairly sure someone who came in there cut themselves open on the glass when they jumped in. That someone didn’t take the time to get the glass out of the way and it looks like they paid the price for their stupidity with a few pints of red innards.
I snagged plastic bags from behind the counter and took everything I could find. Motor oil, shitty flashlights, a few things of various batteries, lighters, condoms, energy shot drinks, car fresheners, a few car ice scrapers, a bottle of diet generic cola, three rolls of toilet paper, and some miscellaneous bullshit that may or may not be useful at a later date. I’m starting to see some wisdom in the Patty and Abby school of loot acquisition. Bring everything home and sort it out later.
As I handed Abby the bags of shit I’d gathered up I realized I’d forgotten to check one of the largest areas in the store. I recalled that the coolers here had a walk in door in the back so you could wheel a dolly right into the cooler directly. I told Abby I would be right back. I found the heavy duty refrigerator door and yanked it open quickly, stepping back. Nothing moved inside, and I found a motherlode. Stacked about waist high running ten feet straight along the back wall of the cooler were 12 packs of soda, beer, energy drinks, and various other beverages you find at convenience stores. I grabbed the dolly sitting in the hall and stacked as much as I could up, and wheeled it out the front door. Abby busted a mega nut when she saw me wheeling it out and laughed again. Apparently I was grinning ear to ear screaming “YAHOO!” as I ran across the parking lot pushing the dolly, but I don’t remember that at all. I think she’s bullshitting me.
I dropped the dolly near the ass end of Gilbert’s truck, and ran back inside to get the second load of soda with the other dolly I saw. When I was about three quarters of the way done loading the drinks on the dolly, I heard Patty and Gilbert’s guns start barking at the undead outside. A small pack of dead folks had come out of the woodwork somehow and were alarmingly close to us. I wheeled the dolly out the front door again, stopped, and drew the Glock to help. I snapped off a small number of rounds to kill a few as Abby got everything loaded into the trucks.
Once everything was clear enough to move safely, I helped Abby load the rest of the beverages into the truck along with the two dollies and we all piled into the trucks. We were history. The plow truck drove like shit with all the extra weight from the full barrels. I nearly lost control rounding a reasonably gentle corner due to the barrels shifting sideways and the slick sleet covering the road. Luckily I was paying attention and avoided losing all the fuel we’d just worked so hard to get.
The roads home were clear of danger, and
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