"If we don't find an antidote before you turn into one of them, then you won't make it. And that is even an antidote even exists." Harry checked his mag and did the math before announcing, "I've got 3 bullets left." He peeked around the corner to the gun shop, scanning the area, trying to see how many zombies were in there. "43 zombies, 3 bullets, 2 zombies at the entrance, 1 zombie behind the counter. 40 zombies guarding everywhere else...I'll need another gun before I get prepared. It'll be suicide if we go in there without the proper ammount of ammo. 20 more bullets ought to do."
X narrowed her eyes and shot through the door. She leaped in the air and swung her knife through a Zombies neck. The head rolled out the door. X looked at the ammo stash and gun stash that was heavily gaurded all the zombes came trodding towards her. She kept knocking them away and slicing their heads off.