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do?”  He asked in a slight panic. 
                  I walked as lightly as I could to the window, pulled back a small section of the curtain, and peeked outside.  I noticed a muscular person trying to pull open my car door and he looked over at someone I could not see with my limited view.  “Help me get in this damn car, we need something fast!”  He yelled to his accomplice.  I looked at the man’s free hand and noticed he was holding a crowbar.  A woman in her late twenties suddenly walked past my window and stood next to the man.  She put her hand on her hip.  “Just break the damn window!”  She yelled.  I could tell the man was growing frustrated and he looked at the woman with anger in his expression.  “Shut up!  ” He whispered loudly and pointed to the decapitated woman I had killed.  “someone obviously has a gun.”
                  I closed the curtain and looked back at Ricky.  “We need to burst out of here with our guns and catch them by surprise.”  I whispered.  Ricky set his shotgun on the bed and moved the obstacles from the doorway.  I grabbed his gun and handed it to him.  “Are you ready?”  I asked.  He pointed his shotgun at the door and nodded his head.  I unlocked the door and swung it open.  “Freeze!”  I yelled violently as we both came running out of the room and pointed our guns at the strangers. The man jumped out of fear and dropped his crowbar and the woman quickly hid behind him.  “Oh my god!”  The woman cried.
                  I stepped closer and aimed my gun at his forehead; my arm was shaking with fear and adrenaline.  “Step away from my car or….or I will shoot you.”  I said with anger.  The strangers slowly backed away and I looked back at Ricky.  “Go inside and get our stuff.”  I said.  Ricky ran into the motel room and started packing our stuff.  I pulled out my keys and unlocked the car door.  “Please man, we don’t know what’s going on.  I just needed a car; mine broke down about a mile from here.”  The man said with heavy emotion.  The woman peeked from around him and looked at me.  “Please don’t shoot us.”  She cried.  I let out a sigh and walked past them and opened my hatch, I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and the large machete.  I handed them to the man and slowly lowered my gun.  
                  Ricky came out of the motel room, walked cautiously to where I was, and tossed our stuff in the back.  I shut the hatch and Ricky and I got in the car.  The man looked down at the machete and slid it behind his belt.  I started the car and rolled down the window.  “That woman was a zombie and that is her truck.  The keys are on the desk; I noticed them yesterday.”  I said as I put the car in reverse, pulled away, and ended up in the middle of the road, I quickly put it in drive and took off towards whatever was to come next.  I looked in the rear-view mirror and noticed the strangers heading towards the office.
                  “Damn I need breakfast.”   Ricky said suddenly.  I looked over at him and laughed.  “I could pull over and you can graze in a field.”  Ricky punched my arm and rolled his eyes.  “Let’s stop at a grocery store and stock up.  I put a few items in the backpack but nothing good.”  He said slightly frustrated.  I nodded and increased the speed a little.
                  We drove about thirty minutes and passed the occasional zombie and stranded car.  I noticed an exit sign for one of my favorite stores and started to slow down a little.  “We need to rush this, in and out.  We will go straight to the camping section and grab a few backpacks, after that you got food and I will search for other supplies.”  I said as I turned the car towards the exit ramp.  “Sounds good.”  Ricky said. 
    He reached down on the floorboard, grabbed the box of shotgun shells, and