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.The only thing I could see for threats were about eight undead wandering in a small plaza across the street.They were heading over my way, but I figured I had enough time to get inside.On my third trip around the building I swung into the drive through so the passenger side window was nearest the building, and climbed over to smash out the drive through window.I think I sat there staring at the steel shutter in the window for about thirty seconds.I had totally forgotten about the steel shutters.I think I’ve seen them a hundred times in the past few years.When they close up shop, down they come.Matte steel, just like a garage door, only reinforced.I think I cried a little.I'm man enough to admit that.I mean by that point my leg was in excruciating pain contorted in the cab of the truck, and I felt totally fucked.I mean serious anal pillaging fucked.I was bending myself to get back behind the wheel when I saw into the bed of the truck and gave myself a mental high five.The chainsaw.I had left the chainsaw I found at the barn the day I was bitten in the bed of the truck.Fucking A! I slid the back glass window open, reached out and grabbed it.My leg protested in pain hardcore, but it had to be done.The saw was heavy, but I got it in the cab and shut the back slider.Now it can’t be a particularly bright idea to start a chainsaw in a car Mr.Journal, so I really don’t recommend it, but I was in improv mode.The saw started on the first pull.I gave it some gas, and like a fucking champ the chain moved perfectly.I leaned out the window of the truck and brought the chainsaw down into the glass.It shattered and went everywhere.Luckily it was safety glass, so it wasn’t too sharp or anything.One I got the glass removed I started to lean on the saw as best I could, pressing it against the joint where the shutter and the frame met.It took about thirty seconds, but eventually the whizzing teeth ate their way into the locking mechanism, and with a giant shudder everything broke loose.I grabbed the metal shutter and lifted it, and smooth as silk it slid upwards into its hiding spot.I’m a fortunate motherfucker Mr.Journal.I left the saw in the truck, double checked that I still had my handguns, and threw the big black gym bag through the window into the pitch black pharmacy.I could see inside enough to tell the gate to the rest of the store was still closed, so unless there were zombies inside, I was good to go.The darkness was a worry, but I was pretty confidantI worked my way up and out of the truck, onto the drive through window’s edge, and I toppled over onto the counter, then somersaulted onto the floor with a painful thud.My back was killing me from the fall, but to be frank, getting my leg straightened out was such a relief I hardly noticed it.I laughed for a second, then opened my eyes.And you know it, there was a form coming down on top me in the dark.I couldn’t tell at the time if it was a person, or a zombie, so I just reacted on gut instinct.I punched the motherfucker in the side of the head.The female body went sideways like a mule kicked it and I crawled backwards, further into the pharmacy.It was then that I noticed the smell.That God awful smell.So here I was, crawling backwards to get away from the zombie that had just tried diving on top of me, and I come to sudden halt against an object at my shoulders.I had backed into the shins of another one.I looked up just as the zombie of the pharmacist, white lab coat and all was leaning over to rip into my guts.I got lucky and punched kinda upwards at his right knee just as he started his plunge and it threw off his aim.He went from savage plunge to face plant right between my frigging legs.I actually heard his nose and teeth break on the tile, and could hear the scraping sound of his jagged teeth scratching the floor as his body stretched out on top of me.Worst.Sound.Ever.I was so horrified by the sound of his teeth scratching and breaking on the tile I hardly noticed one of his hands had smashed into the bandage on my wound.Holy shit the burning agony.Using my good leg (the one with the bad foot) I kicked the shit out of him mostly to get him off of me.In the background the female pharmacist zombie was already up and coming back at me.Once I got my hip free I pulled the Sig and double tapped at the chick.First shot must’ve sailed high, but the second hit home.She went down backwards and I used my hips to escape from under the guy on top of me.I went with his motion as he tried to turn into me to bite me, and wound up bringing the barrel of the Sig right into his shattered face.I bucked the pistol twice and he fell back on top of me, really dead this time.I think it was about then I realized I had shit myself.I forgot to mention that Mr.Journal.The uh, stomach issues I had the other day have been making cameo appearances in my underwear.Sort of a wet fart problem I’m trying to shake.It’s embarrassing, yes, but I’ve no dignity left anyway.This diarrhea has been so sneaky I’ve taken to calling my ninja shits.I never know when they’re coming, and they always kill me when they show up.It’s a good thing there aren’t any women around me.Even if I was the dead last guy on Earth I’m pretty sure I’d never get my dick wet at the rate I’m going.I am so fucking unsavory lately.I was letting out a stream of curses when I realized the zombies from outside had reached the window, and were reaching in to get me.I was a good six feet away though, and I’ve never seen them get past an obstacle that high, so I felt safe.That was an incorrect assumption.I think there was something on the ground they could step on.A tall curb maybe? Plus their clustering action in between the truck and the building apparently was enough to get a few of them lifted up high enough to start falling into the building.I crawled backwards some more, leaving a nice fat brown streak on the floor and started firing at the silhouettes in the window.It felt like I was at the bottom of a fucking barrel with the fish being thrown in on top of me.I shot and shot and shot but the zombies kept falling through the little hole into the dark and on top of me.Figuratively of course.Although their pile inside the crowded pharmacy eventually was at my feet when they stopped coming through.I fired the Sig until the first magazine was empty.I dropped it and slapped in the second, and aimed as carefully as I could.When that went empty I put my final magazine in, and fired the last two rounds in that.That was all she wrote.I’m out of 9mm.Dry as a nana’s vagina.I holstered it and grabbed the.45 that I’d stuck in my waistband.In the small of my back.Right where the poop was.I only had to use it twice before the stream of zombies finally dried up, but let me give you this public service message Mr.Journal:Guns covered in poop smell terrible when they’re fired.You’re welcome.My ears are still ringing loud as can be from all the gunfire.Guns are so fucking loud inside enclosed spaces.You’ve no idea what the hammering does to your eardrums.I guarantee in a few days when the ringing finally stops, I’ll have permanent hearing loss
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