Snippet #1584872

While the seeming chaos was going on outside, Spike took his time and parked the tank in the best spot he could, in the best position he could to ensure that they got the hell out of Dodge when the time came. With this done he looks to the others, stands, and heads out the door as well, closing it behind him. In his left hand is the sawed off shotgun, in the right his revolver. Two zed come at him from the left and he raises the shotgun and pulls both triggers. A deer slug rips through the head of one zombie, then a second. The bird shot from the second barrel rips another zed clean, well, actually it was a rather messy sight...in two.

"I'm heading inside. whatever you do, don't let them," Spike pauses for a moment to fire off the remaining six shots of his revolver, taking out one zombie per shot, "get on the tank." in the next moment both his guns went away, back into their holsters, and he had his trusty machete in his hand. With every step he either took down another zombie or had to not trip over one of them left in the wake of Luke and Ghost.

Soon he was at the door of the pharmacy. The glass was broken and all that was left was the metal framework of the door, which was a bad sign. It was easy enough for him to reach through to the other side and unlock, then he was inside. It was at once clear that they had not been the first to look at this place for supplies. If he had to guess, he'd say that the people of Fort Grace had already worked the place over. But then, why would the Mayor try and make sure we came by here? Spike wonders to himself, as he begins to look around, senses alert, Maybe he left something behind? But what are the chances that it would still be here?