"We sould take a look around before moving on." Eric said as he walked over to one of the shelves and bent down to examine some boxes. "I doubt we'll be coming back here anytime soon so we better grab anything we might need now. I really don't wanna die because we were in such a big hurry that we passed a gun or something." "You really think someone might've stashed a gun in here?" Smith asked as he pushed aside bottles filled with bright clear liquids. "Zombies are probably standing outside this room right now." Eric said as he opened a box filled with bottles of bleach. "I wouldn't be surprised to find a goddamn RPG sitting in one of these boxes." In their first five minutes of searching all they found were enough cleaning supplies to fill an armory, but they kept looking. Finally Smith had had enough and decided to take a rest. "Maybe we should just move on, there's nothing here." He complained as he sat down on the floor by the window. "Forget it, I came this far and I'm sure as hell gonna finish, there's only 2 boxes left." Eric replied angrily. "Great, 15 boxes down and 2 to go." Smith said with an annoyed tone. "Shut up and help me pull the duct tape off this long one!" Eric yelled at Smith, finally starting to lose his temper at the box which he couldn't seem to get open. "Fine." Smith almost yelled back at Eric. "But after this one we need to move, I can hear them moving outside and I think they know we're here." It took them a minute to get the box open, a minute that they might not be able to spare judging from the sounds coming from the outside. "Christ, I hope whatever was in here was worth it." Smith said as he and Eric reached into the packing foam inside. They each touched something at the same time and pulled out what they had. In their hands were 2 brand new mops with shining metal handles. "These'll do..." Eric whispered as he got up and walked over to the door. Upon looking through the doors clear glass window Eric saw that there were indeed zombies outside, 12 to be exact. 3 level 2's, a vampire, and 8 level 1's. Most of them were standing along the hallway to their right, but the vampire and one of the level 2's were standing to their left, just in front of the stairs that led to the first floor. "Holy shit..." Smith gasped when he joined Eric at the window. "Well, we have to go one way or the other." Eric said in a grim voice. "Personaly, I think we should..."
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