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Alex pushed some gravel off the fire escape onto the walkers, there were just as many if not more of them now. He took the jug and held it over the horde, till it had completely drained and covered the majority of them. "They say, that death is just a matter of time." He took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "I say" Pulling out a road flare he popped it over his knee and it erupted into flame. "That time." he used the flare to light the cigarette than held the flare over the horde. "Is a matter of perspective." He dropped the burning flare onto the gas covered horde, they erupted into a mass of flames. While they screamed they began running around and splitting up, Alex dropped to the ground and wove his way through the stench of burning flesh and flaming undead. He reached a police car that was with a few other cars on the road and bashed in the windshield, in the glove box he found a few boxes of mixed ammo, he could sort through it later, he was more interested it the matches he found. Turning he saw the horde, now burning as they ran, coming after him. He ripped off a strip from his shirt and opened the gas tank, stuffing the make shift rag inside. Then lit a match and set it on fire. Alex ran about ten feet when it exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere and throwing Alex into a ditch.