Jason kicked the door to the farm house open, his crowbar ready in his hands, the pointed edge pointing towards the wall as if it were a gun, the curved wrapping in around his right hand. Though he carried a 22mm. pistol, he rarely used it, after all he needed to conserve his little ammunition and didn't like shouting his existence to the zombies around him,yet still he kept it in his pocket with a full clip, all he would need to do is flip the safety and ready to go. As he planted his feet he looked up at the few survivers who stood among him and took a step back. ''great" he thought "just what I need more people to have to waste ammunition on, I don't need this"

Jason took the safety off his pistol and spun to be covered by the out side of the house. He proceeded to drop his crowbar and pull the ranged weapon from his pocket. As he stood there he contempt plated what could happen next, he was ready to let there souls go to rest, and was in no way in the mood for someone to try to call his bluff.