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"Help! Help! Oh dear God help!"

The screams startled Mikayla. As for Danny and Zack, they thought it was a survivor getting eaten.

"Stop the car." Mikayla said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zack asked.

"We have to help that person in that store!"

"No, we don't. We're looking for survivors, not people getting eaten."

"What if we save him, then he'll be a survivor."

"No. I'm driving, so I'm the boss."

"No, I am." Danny protested.

"No, I am."

"No I am!"

"No I am!"

"NO I AM!!!"

While the two fought over the leadership, Mikayla grabbed two machine guns from the back and jumped out of the car.

"Mikayla! No, don't go in there!" Danny screamed.

Mikayla looked at the store. It was a gun store...called Merv's Ammo. A mob of zombies were locking in on a man in the corner. The window was broken, so Mikayla got in through there.

"Hey!" Mikayla cried, lifting the machine guns, "go to hell!"

Mikayla fired off the guns. Zombies went down. And fast. In a matter of seconds, all the zombies were dead. Well, dead again. The man in the corner stood.

"Oh, thanks, you saved my ass." the man said.

"What's your name?" Mikayla asked.

"Joe Hanson. I came in this place to get some guns. I'm a zombie hunter...in training."

"Well, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm 27." Joe said.

"Well, me and my friends could help you out. We have a car---"

"I have a truck."

"Yeah, that's probably almost out of gas. My friends said that they know a place to get gas."

"Listen, thanks for all that wild gun **** you did, but I don't need a couple of high-schoolers to help me out. Especially that little kid."

"Please, we need more people to help us out."

"Oh, so now I'm supposed to help you?" Joe cried. "Listen, bitch---"

Mikayla slapped him.

"What the **** was that for?"

"For calling me a *****, dumbass! Listen, don't **** with a girl that has two ******* guns in her hand!"

Joe pulled a gun from his back pocket and put it against her forehead. "Then don't **** with a guy with one ******* gun in his hand!"

"Hey drop that gun or I'll ice your ugly sorry ******* ass!" Danny screamed, holding a rifle in his hands and walking toward the store.

"Oh yeah, I'm so scared of a little Elementary kid. Listen, just because you got a gun, don't mean you won't die. I'll ice you."

"Leave him alone!" Mikayla screamed.

Joe pressed the gun into Mikayla's forehead. "Don't ******* talk."

"Fine," Mikayla said. "I won't talk, I'll just shoot."

Mikayla fired off the machine guns into Joe's stomach. Joe flew back. Joe wasn't dead. He had only been shot once since Mikayla used all the bullets on the zombies.

"You *****!" Joe screamed. "I'll ******* kill you! I'll find you, and kill you!"

"Come on guys, quick!" Zack called from the car.

"Go rot in hell!" Mikayla said to Joe.

Mikayla and Danny came back into the car.

"Just drive." Mikayla said.

Zack drove off, not looking back at the store which Joe Hanson, the zombie hunter in training, was lying in. Instead, he paid attention to the road, not looking for any survivors. Looking for survivors was a lost cause. Because even if they're survivors, it didn't mean that they'd do anything to live. Even kill Zack, Danny, and Mikayla.

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