Michael paused for a moment, confused until he remembered that yes, reloading was something that people could find threatening. He hadn’t been his intention to scare the daylights out of his passengers, but there wasn’t much to be done for it now. “Right. Sorry.” He said quietly, before slotting his pistol back into it’s holster, and taking the van out of the parking garage. 

[color=6b8e23]“Woah!”[/color] Michael said, a bit surprised, but not especially bothered as he hit a zombie on his way out. In response to the gore on the windshield, he swore for a couple of seconds before finding the knob that triggered the wipers. He took the vehicle down Fox street, and then in response to a few fences he wasn’t quite sure he could run through and a small blockade of burning cars, he turned West down Prauge boulevard. He then turned North, past a few other buildings and accidents.

The old man found the van didn’t turn as well as his Honda Civic, but it only took him a couple of near misses with inanimate objects and one hit with a quite animated corpse to get a feel for it. He kept the pace at around 35 mph, despite the normal speed limit of 25 inside the city. This was in part because he had twice the effective space on the road to maneuver with the lack of other drivers, though he did slow down wherever the blockages in the road became particularly egregious. After a few moments, and a third time hitting a zombie, he realized the vehicle was built well enough to take hits far past that, so  he stopped avoiding hitting the zombies and started running over any who didn’t get out of the way, though he didn’t go out of his way to hit them. By the time they’d reached the high school, he’d flattened another four.

The vehicle’s engine started puttering as the van approached the Raccoon City High School, which elicited swearing from him, as he knew that sound. The gas tank was empty, despite what the fuel gauge was showing, as he figured the gauge to be broken. [color=6b8e23]“Well, shit. I guess this is our stop, unless someone’s got a gas can hidden somewhere.”[/color] He glanced outside, staring at RC High and the lit windows that were scattered throughout the building, though he remembered the power being cut to a good part of the city. He found it odd for a few minutes, until he remembered the gas-powered generator in the basement of the RC Post Office, and a handful of other buildings too. [color=6b8e23]“... They’ve gotta have a generator in there somewhere. And unless it’s made of car batteries and prayers, then it’ll have gas.”[/color] He turned back towards the other passengers, looking around in the back of the vehicle. [color=6b8e23]“Anyone want to come with me?”[/color] He asked almost sarcastically, not expecting anyone to want to leave the vehicle. Even if it was dark, the locked doors would probably serve as better protection from the zombies than any weapon.