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Maxim pulled up to the gas station with the others. He killed the engine and stepped off his bike. He pulled out his pistol and checked the gas pumps with one of the other survivors. They were mostly empty, although they seemed to have enough to fill up their tanks. He wheeled his bike over and finished filling the half-empty tank. He moved his bike to let the others fill up and went to the doors of the gas station. The doors were locked, but the windows were smashed in. He climbed through and unlocked the doors. He searched the shelves, looking for anything useful. He found a quart of oil and a pint bottle of vodka. He pocketed both and jumped over the counter.

He rummaged through the shelves, finding a pack of cigarettes, a beef jerky stick, and an old lottery ticket. He left the beef jerky and cigarettes on the counter. He hopped back over and went into the backrooms. It was dark, and smelled like something was rotting inside of it. He pulled out his flashlight and began to look around. There was mostly junk, and nothing worth taking. He spotted a hallway in the back of the room and approached it. There were three doors. He checked the first room, revealing it to be a bathroom. The second room had a few chairs and a T.V. He approached the next room, and peered inside.

There were three bodies, completely torn apart. It must of happened only a few days ago, because the corpses stunk to high heaven. They were too chewed up to be zombies. Maxim quickly left the room, and made his way outside. He waited until the others were done looking around, and had gathered into a sort of circle. "Well, the gas station didn't have much in it. I was thinking about going to the gun store next. Anyone want to come along?"