Kyle was prepared to slam his foot down on the gas pedal as soon as the zombies got through. There seemed to be even more of them now, most likely attracted by the sound of gunfire. Although most of them seemed to lose interest after a while, some of them continued to bash at the door. They had been in there for almost ten minutes. The sounds that were coming from the door were a clear indication that it wouldn't hold for much longer.

As soon as that door came down, the sound of screeching tires filled the air. The zombies were easily pushed aside by the jeep, allowing Kyle and David an easy escape. Before long, the bridge that would take them out of Marshall City was just ahead. There was a gas station to their left. Kyle stopped, and got out of the jeep. David pulled him back in. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm just seeing if there's any gas left here. We might need it." Kyle grabbed his pistol, reloaded it, and walked towards the gas station. "I'll only be a minute. Protect the jeep while I'm gone."