Eric coughed as he pulled Dean further into the vent with him.
"At least shotguns still work. Sort of."
"At least shotguns still work. Sort of."
You go up to the roof, the woman from before and another man in a trilby are shooting at the horde of zombies outside the building, even though it's starting to get very dark outside. The woman see's you.
"Hey kid, either start shooting, or go smoke a splif with the clowns." She turns back around and keeps fireing, the empty shells landing next to her in a heap
The woman tuts and nods towards a few rifles leaning against the wall next to the door.
In the corner there is a large mop and bucket.
I think it's this way
Fine, We'll go the third way.