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Gabriel glanced over at his weapon with a strange look. Sure, Gabriel's was basic and would need replaced with something else, but what was wrong with that? He thought. This man's weapon was surely useful, if he could handle it well. Gabriel could never wield a weapon like what he was carrying. He wondered how skilled he was in using it while his boots made quiet footsteps into the concrete of the seemingly abandoned road of the town.

The zombies were busy eating the owner's family. There are five of them, all inside the shop. What? Gabriel could have sworn he had heard the man say four zombies before. This made things trickier... Two zombies taken on one at a time could be wiped out easily, but if three managed to gang up on one of them, they were goners. The excited feeling Gabriel got quickly mixed with fear, though he'd never admit it. He kept the confidence in his walk while this other survivor went through the game plan. One at the front door, the other at the back, should be able to take them out one at a time. No problem. Gabriel was about to ask what happens if they all go for one door, when the man told him a backup plan in case that happens. "Perfect," he said. He kept his voice down now that they were close to the store; it wouldn't be good if they attracted the zombies before they were in position.

With the department store looming overhead, Gabriel sighed. He never would have guessed four months ago that today, visiting a department store could mean life or death. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, not caring how he looked to the other survivor. This world was truly insane.

"I'll see you inside," he shrugged a salute while he turned to face the direction the back door was in. "Give me half a minute to get in position," he requested, feeling like a character in one of his war games he used to play before the sound would attract zombies or distract you from the death standing behind you. He missed that game.

Once the back door was in sight, Gabriel did a quick search of the area. Good, no zombies had wondered outside. He set down his backpack and pulled out his mallet. Leaving the pack there on the ground, he took his place on the side of the door. If all went as he planned, they would immediately run straight out into the open. Zombies weren't smart enough to look to both sides before crossing the threshold. Gabriel could already feel the adrenaline coursing through his system, a mix of childish courage and fear. He impatiently waited for the second the other survivor would start shouting, so he could begin his yelling as well. He tried to focus on keeping his breathing quiet. He had no idea how far into the building the undead would be, or if they could even hear him now. His screams were already in his throat, ready to be released as soon as the second survivor's did.