Kyle noticed a couple of walkers stumbling around nearby. He kept his gun pointed at the bandit, but didn't shoot. He knew more noise would just draw more of them, and he didn't want to risk it unless this guy tried to make a move on him. In the end, he didn't. He just drove away, and most of the zombies followed him, drawn to the noise from the car.
"Kyle! What the fuck was that?" David said. "Did you really just let him get away?"
"Shut up and get to the jeep." Kyle said, walking over to the guy laying on the ground. His gun was on the ground nearby, along with his radio and police baton. Kyle grabbed the baton and the gun, not seeing much use for the broken radio. He started to drag the guy along the ground, towards the jeep.
Dave had already limped his way over to the passenger seat by the time Kyle put the unconscious guy in the back. "I'll just see if there's anything in this gas station."
"Try to find a first aid kit or something. This hurts like hell."

There wasn't much left in the gas station. The bandits, along with everyone else that might have been here before, took almost everything. There were a few gas canisters left. There was more than enough in them to get to Spencer's Mill. There was also a few energy bars and some beef jerky. Besides that, there wasn't much left that they could use. He felt bad walking out of there without a first aid kit.

Once he got back to the jeep, Kyle handed all of the food he managed to find to Dave. He then started filling the jeep up with gas.
Dave looked at him through the window. "No first aid kit?"
"Nope. Sorry, man. Maybe once we get to Spencer's Mill we'll find one."
Kyle put what was left of the gas in the back with the unconscious guy, then got into the driver's seat. They didn't know anything about what was going on in Spencer's Mill. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as Marshall City.