finally the car started up and was roaring again, he pun the wheel around and headed towards the police station. it may have been looted ages ago but looters always leave a gun or two. he headed west along a residential district, the siren still wouldn't be quite and was drawing quite the crowd behind him. he drove past an old lawn with a freshly dead corpse in a inhuman position as if he was thrown out a window. "this could be a good time for some cheap food" he stopped the car with a screech and grabbed the pistole as he jogged towards the dead body picking it up on his shoulders and walking it back to the back of the ambulance. With his bayonet he chopped off the hand and threw it into the window causing the infected to go mad and charge.