He pulled back into the parking lot of his apartment complex. On the ride back Sara and Frank kept themselves busy loading the rifles and shotguns. Sara found a killer Glock 17 that she fell in love with. Frank walked her through a quick tutorial and she pushed the fully loaded seventeen round magazine into the bottom of the gun.
Sara found the matching holster and strapped it to her hip as they entered the parking lot.
Jim had begun to feel nauseous.
His face felt like it was about to explode from his throbbing sores. The wounds on his forehead and nose radiated a heat he had never experienced before. Most of the day he had suffered with the broken nose. The injury to his nose gave him a sweet set of black eyes to complete the loser boxer image he had going.
Then a few hours ago he got the gash on his forehead from the car wreck. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror. He looked like a monster.
His appearance and the way he reeked made him look and smell more like the infected zombies roaming the streets than a normal human being.
