“This makes more sense anyway,” I said. “I think they even sell firearms.” We followed Dale through the parking lot while he maneuvered us around most of the zombies. Just when I thought he was going to drive through the front entrance, he drove around to the back of the store where an employee exit door stood ajar. “I worked at Wal-Mart when I was younger,”said Dale, “always kept the back door open there too .”“Keep your personal life to yourself,” grumbled Henry. “There’s a young impressionable girl present.”“Got to love a hypocrite,” mumbled Billie under his breath.Henry scowled. “What was that?”Hiding my smile, I went to the back of the truck and grabbed the katana.“Zombies coming…let’s go in, now!” hollered Dale.A large group of zombies staggered towards us as we quickly slipped through the door into the warehouse. The door locked automatically once it was shut and we could hear them growling and clawing outside, trying desperately to get to us.“It’s dark in here,”
