Dead Wonderland

"Billy climbs back down."

Billy: What's going on?
Jay: They want us to team up.
Billy: Team up, why. We was going to building hop to the next building, go out the back, behind the zombies which are trying to get in here. Jack a car and high tail it outta here. I say fuck them.

Floyd: YO BITCHES!? IF YOU NEED A CAR! I GOT ONE WE NEED TO GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT THIS STORE!

"He's still clutching his box of guns, getting nervous, as he hears the soudns of Zombies."

Philip: Hey...you said your name was Leon? My name is Philip! Help me out here, look for any ammo boxes you can find...that one "points to Hughes" won't be of any help, he's in the gun trace right now.

"Meanwhile Hughes is taking a look at several shotgun models and drolling from the mouth"

Floyd: YO BITCHES!? IF YOU NEED A CAR! I GOT ONE WE NEED TO GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT THIS STORE!

"He's still clutching his box of guns, getting nervous, as he hears the sounds of Zombies."

Jay: We heard you ya whiny wuss.
Billy: You said you got a car right, where at.

"Everyone stops and looks at him"

Hughes: You do know that zombies react to sound...right?

"Hughes then continues his trance. Meanwhile, Philip has gotten hold of a simple pair of beretta handguns (model 92FS). He also grabs a pair of Desert Eagles, until he notices their weight, sighs and leaves them on the counter for someone who can actually hold them. he then goes into the back of the store, and a minute later screams"

Hughes: FUCK!

"As Hughes is about to grab the nearest gun, Philip comes out holding a Barrett M82"

Hughes: Oh...I forget you were a fag got that...that's an A2 by the way
Philip: I fucking know! Also, have you decided on the guns we take

"Hughes puts the Dragunov, the Springfield, a pair of shotguns and another riffle, this time an M4 carbine"

Philip: Alright then...the shotguns
Hughes: one is a Winchester 1100 as you can see. The other is a Mossberg 590. Alright, you know all the models.
Philip: Don't worry, the ammo is well organized. It should be easy

"Jay walks over picking up the Desert Eagles Philip left behind."

Jay: What's wrong, to heavy for ya. Come man, I lift weights heavier then these.

Philip: Ah ah..I just prefer Beretta's...remind me of Revy from Black Lagoon...so screw you

"Philip goes to the back to get the ammo for the weapons"

Hughes: Alright then! There's 6 of us, and...6 guns. That's 3 sniper riffle specified, one riffle and 2 shotguns...thinking about it this is a bad ide...wait a minute...that's a

"Hughes notices that behind the counter on display is a M1A1 Springfield. He yells this out to Philip, who we can hear sigh from the storage"

Hughes: Alright then, we take this as well...pick your guns people...

Jay: May as well hold on to these then.
Billy: Fine, I'll take one of the shotguns.

"Hughes picks up the Dragunov. Philip calls everyone out to the back"

Hughes: He must need help. hey Floyd! Where's your car. Exact location...we need to hurry before our commotion in here alerts the zombies"

billy: Their deaf if they haven't us by now.
Jay: Hey, no complaints here.

Floyd: it's out front, Im driving yall

"He burst out the front getting into the car, and tossing the box into the back seats, he waited fro the others to get in, his foot near the gas pedal."

Billy: Idiot.
Jay: *sigh* Are you guys ready, if not, get ready now.

"Philip and Hughes sigh as they grab nearby bags, and the two together put all the ammo for the guns they have in the bags."

Philip: Help us out! Leon and you two! The more we can carry the better!

"Meanwhile, Hughes is carrying the 2 riffles (Springfield 1903 and the M1A1 to the car, when he notices the zombies have started to move towards them. He puts the 1903 in the car and grabs the M1A1."

Hughes: MOVE!

"Philip goes next carrying an ammo bag, his barretts, the dragunov and the M4 Carbine"

Philip: You 3 bring the rest of those bags and the 2 shotguns!

"Billy and Jay bring the bags and has Leon bring the guns."

Billy: Is this all then, if so lets get a move on.

"Floyd hits it as Hughes is next to the driver's seat. Back of the car, everyone, between the weapons and the 4 guys, is highly uncomfortable"

Philip: Damn...cunts shit...WATCH OUT!

"Philip points forward as we see a huge hoard of zombies, but back to us there's to many as well"

Philip: SHIT!
Hughes: Calm down! We just need to open a path...Floyd tell me this thing has a roof top is a convertible or something!

Billy: This is why we was gonna jump across the roofs and sneak out behind. Bah whatever.

"Floyd trembles but says yes, as as he pushes the roof back and Hughes and Philip stick their heads out."

Philip: I'll use the Springfield on the back...the recoil is less
Hughes: Be careful, it's bolt action
Philip: I know!

"Philip puts in a round and takes aim, firing and missing the head of a zombie. He curses as he eject the empty shell and puts in another one"

"Meanwhile, Hughes us using the M1A1 he still had one on to take out several of the zombies in front, as he easily gets much better results than Philip adapting to the recoil force"

Hughes: OH YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS! BRING IT!!

"He gets rid of an empty magazine and puts in another one"

Jay: The guy with the M1 seem good with weapons, I'll give him that.
Billy: Guess I must admit it to.

"Philip takes a pause between rounds. He's gotten the hang of it and can at least it them in the general head area"

Philip: Oh he's more than awesome...that guy is going to save our asses with all he knows. If you need anything, ask him...but there's to many...and they keep showing up...we need a plan
Floyd: Hmmm...I know a short cut to the interstate that would probably take us down a small road...and you did say that the zombies react to sound, so they should be converging here right?

"Everyone looks at Floyd as if he should have spoken up sooner"

Hughes: HIT IT!

"The car skids as Floyd its the accelerator"

Jay: So since it seems we're all together for now. Is there anywhere you people are trying to get, or like us are you merely out to escape town.

Floyd: I need to get to my moma she lives out in the suburbs, quiet place, likely not alot of these zombies there.

Billy: Well then moma's boy, don't let off the gas.

Philip: We can't start stopping at every damned family place. But fine
Hughes: And if our numbers keep increasing, we'll need another vehicle.

"Both of them have lowered themselves as the zombies are no longer surrounding the car"

Floyd: Yea, then we best get em, my ma, and pa we use to take road trips all the time, they got a big ol RV, we can ride it, bring em along, then we get two cars, plus my daddy is paranoid he keeps his own gas, so we get that, and da RV, and we set, we have enough room for all dese weapons.

"Turns his attention back to the road, slowly speeding up wanting to get to his parents."