Chapter 11

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   As we get closer to the store... We start to notice something...

   "Oh god." Taylor gasps.

   There are hords surrounding the doors to Sam's Club...

   "We need to be in there... " I whisper.

    Charles turns to me and says, "No fucking duh sherlock. "

    "Well sorry!" I say back.

    By this time Taylor has walked forward and has the pocket knife open and open at the ready. So I stay there and load my shotgun back to full and be at the ready while Charles readies his ax.

   I don't say anything and go along with Taylor. She starts dashing through, slicing necks like she was a pro. The thing is though... She was not even looking, just slicing and moving, hitting in perfect spots because they are turning to dust, but of course she hasn't gotten all of them, so I point Charles to right and I slowly walk toward the left.

    Charles like Taylor is swinging like a complete boss. When I am just firing through the middle, knocking down zomboids left and right.  That is when it hits me, I have to reload... So I sling it back around my back again and wip out the pistol. I fire off the 8 rounds, but there is to many... So I put the pistol up and start running.

   "SHIT TO MUCH!!! NEED SOME HELP!!!" I scream.

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