Jack knew he couldn't hole up in this office and expect to survive. He needed to get out of the city, and quick. He picked up the shotgun and checked the chamber. He had at least 5 shots left. "I'll have to conserve the ammo until I can find more." Jack said to himself as he climbed back out the office window. He walked back down the stairs to the bar to find it was empty. "Guess those stiffs decided to pick on someone else." Jack thought to himself as he walked out of the bar and into the streets.
He was sunned at the damage that surrounded him. There were wrecked and abandoned vehicle crowding the streets. Numerous mangled bodies were strewn all over the pavement. Many of the surrounding buildings were either damaged or destroyed. "This looks like a warzone." Jack said to himself as he gripped his shotgun tightly. He started to make his way down the street, holding his shotgun out in front of him. After several tense minutes, Jack came across,
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