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For reasons of his own, Alexander disregarded the evidence locker as a weapons cache, instead prefering the police armory. Finding the weapons lockers, of course, locked he proceded to put on his silencer and shoot the locks. "Sure take a bunch of exotic weapons that we may never see ammo for again! Why take standardized, widely avalible weapons when you can take cooler looking weapons! Besides, having the ability to go full auto isn't going to conserve ammo... We can't afford full auto, how many headshots will we get even out of 50 bullets? One at best. Common sense people! Once we leave we may never see ammo for your fancy weaponry ever again...." Alexander finds a S.W.A.T. sniper rifle, and takes it along plenty of ammo, night vision scope, and regular scope. He also takes a silencer for it, of course. "Anyone want my rifle? I'd hate to see it discarded..."

John follows Alexsander slowly, reloading his SPAS12. He raises his weapon, and fires taking a zombie torso down. He walks slowly over to Alexsander and smiles, showing his perfect white teeth. "Hello there.. My name is John Doe. You may know me from the news, a psychopath." His cloths are covered in zed blood. He grabs some shells for his SPAS12 and magazines for his 9mm, sliding them into his rucksack. "What is your name?"

Charlie was driving in his old mustang trough all the zombies looking for some survivors."Damn where the hell are the normal people".
He realase that is out of gas "shit!" he said punching the car,he gets out of the mustang and grabs his colt.

"This will be difficult"
he saids" watching the crowd of zombies approaching to him



















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