As soon as he-Bob yelled his declaration, all hell went loose. The zombies now had the upper hand and were using it to their full extent. The late Johnny had one end of their defense covered, but now the zombies were coming at them from that side too. The girl and the man were trying but were failing in their attempt to hold the line.

They were trying to push the zombies back, but the situation seemed bleak.

"ROB! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"

"I'M DONE! JUST START THE CAR!" Rob yelled back.

Bob made his way to the car, which was parked at the southern road. On the way there, he kept stopping and turning to shoot at the zombies with his rifle.

The girl joined him on his run too. Rob was carrying a duffel bag likely full of weapons. Eventually they all made it to the car, with the zombies closely behind as well.

Bob entered the car while the others did their best to take care of the zombies. Barely bothering to aim, they let loose loads of bullets at the zombies.

Even if the bullets didn't hit their mark most of the time, the zombies in question still fell down like flies filled with holes.

The car's engine started revving up loudly. "Get in!" Bob yelled.

They slowly got in all while keeping the zombies at bay. Not even waiting for the doors to close, they drove away. The car drifted for many moments until finally they made their escape, all while running over some zombies.

But the zombies gave chase, with some latching on to the vehicle or dangling off of it. The rest of the remaining group ran after them. The aftermath of the battlefield was horrid, to say the least. Most of the area was covered in blood and broken bodies or bodies with bullet holes. At the front of the shop there were at least six piles of corpses.

The area had already looked abandoned before, with loads of cars being crashed or stuck in buildings and with the broken electric poles with still active broken wires on the ground. Ready to give any unfortunate soul the shock of their lives. If the place didn't look worse before with hazards and ruin everywhere, it certainly does now.

The whole world is resembling hell more and more with each passing minute. I could've been in that man's place any moment; I really can't be careless. I have to get the guns and get out of here. I made my way to the store while passing by the small blood ponds and damaged corpses. I tried not to look at them.

Eventually I got to Johnny, and well, it was a sight I would certainly not forget.

I walked into the store, and it was clear that many people had already come here even before Johnny and his friends got here, but I did manage to find a Glock 17, a shotgun, and an assault rifle. I also managed to get about two packs of hundred 9mm rounds, one pack of ten 12 gauge shells, and two packs of 5.56×45mm thirty assault rifle cartridges.

I got some magazines for both the rifle and pistol. Thankfully there was even a silencer, which seemed to be for a handgun. I equipped it on the gun because I plan on using it as my primary weapon, and there was a holster too, just about the size for the gun. I equipped it at the right side of my hip.

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Although this wasn't much in the long run, it would definitely help me survive, and thankfully, I don't have to worry about the ammo running out.

I started to already load up some magazines for both the gun and the rifle. At the end, I had about two fully loaded magazines for the gun and one for the rifle. I loaded my gun with one magazine and placed it back in the holster.

I placed the rifle and the other stuff in my backpack. I didn't plan on taking on whole groups of zombies just because I had some guns. Firepower or not, the zombies have both quantity and quality.

Just one slip-up is enough to make me like them or to be eaten by them. I started to absorb the remaining magazine in my hand. I managed to do it, but I started to feel full. Why...why do I feel like this? Have I reached my limit or something? I hope not. I tried to absorb the rifle mag, but I just couldn't.

What!? My eyes widened, and I started to grab the mag more firmly as if it would help, and I closed my eyes while I was at it. It didn't work. I have to calm down; now isn't the time.

I hope I can switch out items I absorbed. I have to experiment more as soon as possible, and secondly, where to now? I wanted protection, so I came here, but I got it now, but only weapons will not help me survive.

I have to get a base where I can be safe and figure out how this power works and everything else, but most importantly, to be away from the zombies. These things are ruthless; they don't resemble their previous selves except their appearance, and even that seems to be fading.

These things are monsters. Animals at least only hunt when they need to, but they are hungry constantly, but even they seem to follow some type of rule. Do they have a group mentality? I've seen them move in groups already, but they clearly are highly aggressive towards each other at the same time.

Is it because, God forbid, they have an Alpha? Could this disease have somehow evolved them?

Whatever it is, I have to get out of here; this city is crawling with zombies. I'm sure my chances of living are getting lower by the second. So that's that; I'll try to get out of this city.

There's plenty of fertile land around there, and I'm sure I can somehow manage to get enough food to survive till I somehow hopefully cultivate some crops if I move there.

I stepped out of the store, being greeted by the horrid scene once more. I'll try to follow the 90 interstate out of the city, but there certainly will be loads of zombies on it because it's an open area and a perfect place for a lot of people to gather.

It will likely be a spawning ground for zombies, so I'll just have to follow the road from the sidelines.