Jonathan grabs a garbage bag from the cabinet under the fax machine and walks around to the fridge and opens it dropping all the canned drinks and food he can carry into the bag, runs down to the safe and grabs a couple more boxes of ammunition, and grabs the duffel bag and carries it out to the car and throws it in the backseat. He sees that there is a pretty good sized group working its way towards them, he runs back inside he wasn't going anywhere without his 30-30, and he glanced in the safe one last time and spots a bottle of Jim beam on the shelf, no telling how old it is but, never know it might come in handy and grabs it and runs back and hops in the passenger side seat of the car.
Lets go.
Francoise moves into the garage, slowly, but surely, trembling slightly from fear. This was the first glimpse she got to see as the sun was starting to finally descend more, and it was a little darker now, which of course, made the garage dark and really hard to see. Swallowing hard, she felt around the wall next to her, until she felt a box with a stick, and flicked it, pushing the lights to life, and she glad she did. No more than eight feet in front of her was one of those damned stumblers. It was moving slow, so she assumed it was one of them, and she pulled up her gun, and took a few seconds to aim it. She was shaking pretty well, but she squeezed the trigger, setting off the loud bang, and watched as the back of the zombie's head exploded. She let out a sigh, as she started to lower her arms, when a shuffling next to her decided to lunge out. Pulling back before it got there, she watched the stumbler hit the ground, and she literally shrieked, pulling the gun out and firing without a second thought, then another to make sure it was dead.
Beginning with sharp shallow breaths, and a trembling body, Claire reached down slowly, and felt around the dead officer, pulling out his keys. A smile crept upon her face as she looked up, only to frown again. There were cars here, plenty of them, actually, way more than she had time to try out. Claire looked at the keys, which thankfully had the car number on them, and she spotted a Dodge Charger rather quickly, and smiled. She was something of a speed demon, after all.
Slowly making her way through the cars, looking around carefully, she unlocked the door, and got in, locking it again, and waited for Jonathan, who followed shortly. Claire started up the car, with a satisfying roar (though not as satisfying as her normal transport), and kicked it into drive, mumbling about an automatic transmission.
"
To hell with that..." was all she had for the arm that held the cars in the garage, and she hit the accelerator, going through it, and then pulled on to the street.
Claire flicked on the headlights, which she originally didn't want to do, and began to throttle quickly forward, catching a street sign, and turning accordingly. There were plenty of them now, much more than before, and a few survivors running from them, most of them getting trapped. She wanted to hurl at the sight of this, but kept her constitution, focuse more on surviving.
"
Well... next stop...home?" she lamely made a joke.
