The Dead World

Ena pt.2

We continued walking, through the infested streets of Times Square. We just walked and shot, never hesitating, nor stopping. We walked for what felt like an hour or two, then we came across a corner store. I went in, with my shotgun cocked and loaded, ready for whatever came next. Luckily, there were no zombie, but in the room in the back, there was a noise. It sounded like someone mumbling or groaning. We all looked at the door that separated us from the room. I stepped up, with Nate and London behind me. I quickly opened the door, and the store clerk dropped down. He was tied up, and his mouth was duck-tapped. I ripped off the duck tape. "Why were you tied up?" I ask sternly. "Th-there was a g-group of people who c-came  in here and t-tied me up. I was hiding in the office behind my desk, and they came in and threatened to throw me outside and let the zombies eat me." Said the clerk. "We need supplies. Got any food or water maybe?" Asked Ena. "Yes... but if you want it, you n-need to give me something in return." Said the clerk. So, I had given him a Smith and Wesson revolver, and about 10 rounds, so that he could defend himself if anyone tried to do something stupid. Or if zombies attacked. He had given us five bags of chips, and 3 waters. And like that, we were on our way. When in the centre of the road, there was a gang of people with creepy masks and weapons. "Let's have a little fun. Hahahaha!!!" Screamed one of the members. Then they started running at us. We all ran back inside the store, and went in to the office, which was surprisingly large. And we prepared for the fight we were about to put up.