As we crept down the road, we were careful not to make any noise or bump into any Roamers, that was the unofficial name most people have for these undead creatures. We made our way to the store and found an entrance through the roof. We all looked at each other and Jesse made hand motions that pretty much signaled for him, Margo, Sniper, and me to head inside for the supplies while Sandra and Patrick, another member of our team, stayed outside and guarded the doors. We climbed up a ladder that was on the side of the building and we opened the hatch on the roof. We each took turns dropping into the building, being careful not to make any noise and making sure the area was clear. We used our flashlights and split up to find food.
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I was packing food and water inside my bag when I heard noises from above. I hid behind the front counter, being careful not to make a sound, and watched to see what would happen. Suddenly a hatch on top of the roof opened up and I watched as four people dropped down. I quickly pulled out my desert eagles, placing my Beretta inside my back pocket. I took the safety off both my guns and took a deep breath preparing myself for the ensuing fight. The four people searched for supplies, packing up various duffle bags. I examined each one of them; three guys and one girl. The first guy was average height, white, chiseled face, blond hair cut into a mohawk, and tattoo sleeves on both arms. He wore all black and had a 12 gauge shotgun in his hand and two hunting knives on either hip. The girl had wavy red hair, glasses, and red lipstick. She also had on all black and had a Glock Gen Centerfire Pistol in her hand with a silencer on it and a hunting knife on her right hip. The next guy looked as if he was of Spanish descent. He was tall, muscular, tatted up, and reminded me of one of those body building types. He was bald with a goatee and wore all black with combat boots as he held a double barrel shotgun in his hand and had two pistols on either hip. The last guy was light skin with a beard. He wasn't like the others. He didn't communicate with them he just got what he came to get and that was it. He had a desert eagle in hand with a silencer and two Beretta M9s on either hip, two pistols in his back, and two knives in either pocket. He wore all black and combat boots. After I examined everyone, I was ready to do what I had to do. I stood up fast with my guns pointed at them and said.....
T- Alright hold the fuck up
They turned to me, guns pointed, and looked at each other obviously trying to figure out who I was and where I came from.
