"Kyle. Kyle, wake up."

Kyle opened his eyes to see David standing over him. He looked over at the tally marks on the wall. They'd been keeping track of the days that passed since everything went to hell. Apparently today was day 12. "You sure it's only been 12 days? Feels like we've been trapped here for months."

"I think it's accurate. Don't know for sure, though. I could have missed a day or two."

Kyle stood up. "We need to get the hell out of here, man. I can't stand this place any longer."

"And where will we go? Believe me, I want to get out just as much as you do, but we don't have a car and Marshall City's crawling with zombies."

Kyle sat down to think. As much as he hated to admit it, Dave was right. There was no way out. If they had a car, it would be different, but with all of the zombies it would be hard, if not impossible, to get one. Still, if they could get one, it would be their ticket out of there. Even if it was an old, broken-down one, they had all the tools they needed to fix it up and get it running again. There were plenty of cars in the street, so they could just get the closest one and bring it in.

His thoughts were interrupted by gunfire in the distance. "Oh, yeah. There's another thing we have to deal with. Those assholes at the courthouse are shooting anything that moves."

"You don't know that, Dave. They could just be shooting zombies." Still, staying away from the courthouse would be a good idea. It sounded like a warzone over there, and although they could be friendly, it wasn't worth the risk. "I think I have a plan. We go out, get the nearest car, and bring it back in. After that, we fix it up and drive out of here."

"That plan sucks."

"Would you rather stay here until we get eaten alive?"

Dave grabbed their pistols off the workbench and threw one to Kyle. "All right, fine. But we'll have to open these big garage doors, and they're loud as shit."

Kyle didn't consider that. The sound would attract walkers for sure. There had to be a better way. "Well...if one of us stays here and opens the door when the other comes back with the car, we should be able to get it in before anything comes for us." He thought about it a bit longer, then decided that was the best plan he could think of. "All right, let's do rock-paper-scissors. loser goes out to get the car."

Kyle ended up choosing rock, and David chose scissors. "Best two out of three."

Kyle sighed. "Fine. Sore loser."

Kyle thought Dave would choose the same thing again. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Dave chose paper this time, so Kyle ended up losing. Now, there was only one round left. Kyle hoped he would win, but a part of him still wanted to lose. He didn't want to go out there, but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if Dave died out there. In the end, he didn't have to worry about the guilt, because he picked paper, and David chose scissors. It was settled. Kyle was going to go out and get the car.

The small door-the one that was made for people-didn't make a sound as Kyle opened it. He wished the other door was like that. Dave was already standing near the button that opened the garage doors. "Don't worry, man. I'll make sure no zombies come in when I open this."

Kyle nodded. "Alright, here we go." He went out, and closed the door behind him. He held his pistol out in front of him, prepared for any undead that might come his way. He couldn't see any nearby, but one could jump out at any moment.