Gary shouted and rushed to the shooting range. Zombies followed him and began closing in while he shouted and banged on the door. "Let me in! Oh god! OH GODDDD!" He yelled. The door opened and he was pulled in. "Hey, thanks for saving me..." Gary stammered, wiping off his sweat. "No problem. Say, you have a gun? If not, I will give you one..." The woman who saved him said. Nodding, she threw a shotgun at him. "This should work... Say, what's your name?" Gary asked. "Shannon Hawking." She replied. "Good name, I'm Gary." He said. Shannon looked through the window and fired at some zombies with her sniper rifle. Gary found a pistol and used it against the zombies at the second floor of the shooting range. Firing and reloading. Suddenly, out of nowhere...a slimer reached the floor Gary was in. Drawing out his shotgun, he fired at the slimer. It fell down and Gary let out a sigh. By the time it was midnight Gary and Shannon had defeated all of the horrible beasts. Gary, still feeling hungry, took a bite out of a plastic wraped sandwich that was left in the shooting range.
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