Jordan kept walking down the parking lot, with Vlad and Angelica arguing behind him.
"Keep it down guys. Besides Angelica, think of it this way, with Vlad's personality, he'll probably ditch us and get himself killed," Jordan said grinning at Vlad.
He turned back forward and looked all about at multiple cars that laid quietly parked.
"I think we should split up, but not far away, where we can see each other, and salvage some items then find a some fast working cars."
Jordan split from the group and began to walk towards the parking entrance.
"Vlad..What do you mean probably eating everyone..I believe they ARE, eating everyone..." Jordan said as he looked up the ramp leading down into the garage. It was quiet and no 'zombies' stood up there. Now his body calmed, Jordan walked over to a nearby BMW and examined it before realizing his mistake. He couldn't take the chance of shattering the glass.
"Can anyone lockpick?"
"Yeah, he was," Vlad pulled a lock pick, and stuck it into the door. He skimmed the pick along the tumblers to find the most stiff one. Vlad raised the pick and stuck his pick up, and twisted it to the left. The door unlocked, a little crack came from the door."Damn it, that's not good." He pulled the pick out to see that the tip had broken off.
Jordan stared at Vlad in horror.
"God dam-" Jordan whispered loudly while grabbing his head, "Agh! Now what?! We can't break the windows are try to screw with the car's, the noise from the shattering and the alarms would be too risky!"
Jordan paced about. They came to salvage and find the fastest cars to escape, but now they couldn't even get into the cars without giving away their position to the zombies. He was angry, but tried to keep calm. They had luckily had entering the parking garage with no zombies, but what was going to happen next?
Jordan sat on the hood of the BMW.
"Well, should we just find the fastest cars, break their windows and pray to god the alarms don't go off and they have their keys so we can use them?"
Basil jogged down the street with his baseball bat strapped to his back and his beretta in his holster. Apparently he was being chased by probably 20 zombies at the most. He stopped in front of a boarded up casino. He slammed his fist on the door trying to see if anyone would answer.
No answer. He's screwed now.
Around the corner the dead corpse came his way. They run so fast it was luck that he got away from them. He continues to run until he sees a large van. He runs towards the van. He takes his bat from his back and breaks the window. He climbed inside and sat in the drivers seat.
Look here! The key is in the ignition and gas tank is half full.
Good he can get away now.
He starts up the vehicle and drives off. The zombies continue to chase the van.
"When will they leave me the hell alone!?" He yelled in anger.
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Jordan nodded and pocketed Angelica's keys. They had cars, but he had to get Vlad to get more. They needed more cars, with less people for less casualties, and if someone runs out of gas, they would have other cars. Besides, they had to take some of the security with them.
"Lets go back up to the lobby," Jordan said, "I'll find you your hangers, then we can come back down, see what you can do, and if we get it right, we can leave."
Jordan ran up the steps once again, heading towards the lobby, not sure if anyone had followed.
Once in the lobby, the guards turned to him, most with pistols drawn.
"Theres more, and there slowing breaking the glass," Dylan gulped.
The glass was cracking and made large amounts of noise. Time was running out.
"Find clothes hangers. Quickly now! Search the some rooms, then head to the garage. We got to go!"
Jordan watched the group disperse. Heading to different rooms, breaking their doors and searching them. Jordan did the same. Time was running out.
Guards began to answer Vlad's call.
"I got 2!"
"3!"
"None!"
"1!"
Jordan on the other hand, was with Billy.
"I don't know Billy," Jordan truthfully answering, "But I'd say less than 30 minutes."
Jordan stared out the windows that weren't covered by sheets, the glass was shattering, and soon they'd stumble in, and search for them.
"O.k. that should be enough. Jordan I need you to start getting everyone down into the parking lot, but make sure they bring some items to block of the door. It'll take a while for me to open the car doors," Vlad ordered, grabbing all the hangers from the guards. He ran down to the parking lot, and got to work on finding fast cars.