Little Joe squeezed off a round, which impacted with what may have been a gas station employee at one time, based on how he was dressed. The bullet appeared to strike the walker mid chest, which meant the heart. But that apparently wasn't enough to stop him.<span style="font-style: italic">“How do you kill the undead?”</span>Little Joe asked no one in particular.<br/><br/>Big Joe turned upon hearing the report of the pistol. Admittedly, it startled him. Not that he wasn't familiar with the sound of gunfire, but he hadn't heard it in quite a long time and was frankly not expecting it.<span style="font-style: italic">'Wonderful, Joe found his pistol,'</span>Joe thought to himself. Dad gave son a smile, acknowledging his recent conquest. He looked at the twitching creature as his oldest daughter, Theresa used an axe on a walker who may have worked at the bank. She was dressed quite nicely. The creature may have worked with the first walker, Big Joe put down. His father, William was also busy with another one.<br/><br/>The sound of the pistol report appeared to have a dramatic impact upon all other walkers in the neighborhood. They were no longer meandering aimlessly about. They all had obviously heard the gunshot and were now marching in the direction of the blast.<br/><br/>"Well, now that you mention it, Joe," Dad spoke to his son. "The bank manager over here seemed to stop twitching when I dropped grandpa's ole tanker's bar on his skull." Joe attempted at some levity to lighten the air during what should have been a tense moment.<br/><br/>"Quit yer yappin', Joe and get rid of these bastards!" Grandpa called out.<br/><br/>Joe didn't respond to his dad's comment. He hefted the 20-pound bar and dropped it into the gas station attendant's face. That seemed to do the trick. "I guess, you just need to hit them in the head to get them to stop, Joe." Big Joe looked up at his son and then around the neighborhood.  His smiled turned to a grimace upon making this latest observation. "Well, they also seem to be attracted to your pistol. Lord all mighty, we best be gettin' outta here. Git yer sisters, grandma and grandpa in to the Minivan. I think we need to leave ASAP!" Big Joe missed his carbine and pistol right now. He cursed himself for not bringing them to West Virginia.