06-15-2007, 08:23 AM
Alex skidded to a stop outside the supermarket, sighing softly as the engine petered out and died. "Well, so much for driving..." he muttered, gathering up his meagre supply of ammunition and weapons. He climbed out of the car, shortly followed by his sister Natasha, and looked around. The place was deserted at the moment, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. No people meant the zombies had already come and gone. "There may be stragglers... be careful..." he muttered, tilting the sawn-off shotgun open over the crook of his arm and loading a pair of fresh shells into it, before snapping it shut with a flick of his wrist. In his other hand, Alex drew and swung his machete a few times, familiarizing himself with its weight. His rifle was still slung over his back, useless at this range. His sister, Natasha, was likewise prepared, the hook of her crowbar hanging from a beltloop as she put a fresh clip of ammo in her .22 rimfire handgun.
