Sandy watched from atop the roof like a hawk. The first car, or rather truck- to actually make it to them seemed to running out of gas. The truck seemed to roll to a slow stop not even 15 feet away from the restaurant parking lot. She heaved a long sigh. "Fucking prick â€¦now we have to try and save his ass." Her shotgun moved from the man to the  group of about 7 zombies that were heading his way. The only good thing about the situation was that the man was armed, and seemed around her age. Her eyes spotted movement to her left. It was a stray Zombie heading for the side of the building. Her reflexes were right on cue. She swung around and in an instant shot the zombie square in the head. Its head seemed to fly off like a baseball player hitting a home run. The blood scattered onto the ground , and the body fell bloody to the ground. Then she shot the body again for well precaution. Or anger. Really the two feelings werenâ€™t so different.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Hey donâ€™t go slaughtering shit over the kid. That wonâ€™t get you anywhere. Use your head Sandy. Cause I know you fucking have one still. It would do you know could to let that kid die. I mean seriously would you like it if some bitch decided to kill you for their own benefit." </span>Markâ€™s words were much like an echo of her own.  But from this distance it would be fairly hard to help the guy out. On top of that it was almost fucking impossible that he would hear her. Over the many gun shots that surrounded the restaurant.<br/><br/>She watched as a zombie climbed atop the manâ€™s truck, and the man open fired on the fucking bastard. Though his aim wasnâ€™t the greatest it did the job.  But at that range she was positive having aim didnâ€™t really matter. The zombie flew backwards with his arms, and legs out stretched. The blood spattered onto the truck and decorated it in little red blood spots. "Way to give the truck a damn make over." The manâ€™s gun shot reverberated around the restaurant. Not sounding at all foreign, but rather strange because must gun shots were from the roof.<br/><br/>Then another zombie seemed to come from around the corner on him. She watched again as he made a very interesting move. He slammed the barrel of the gun right into the zombieâ€™s face. Pushing the zombie back a couple steps. "Impressive moves." She muttered. Then the man pulled out a knife and brutally slashed it across the throat. The blood seemed to leak down the zombie, and just a little bit of it seemed to spit out. The zombie was dead there was no surviving such a deep cut through the throat even for the living dead. Then he seemed to hesitate before finally finishing off the second zombie he shot. This second shot cut the zombie completely in half. She laughed. It wasnâ€™t the worst she had seen. But the man was pretty good.<br/><br/>Since three of the seven zombies were now obliterated. No longer a factor for her she started to concentrate on the other four. Two had managed to make it into her range. The rifle in her hand cocked a little farther out. Her aim was right on as she clicked the trigger and once again in one shot killed the zombie. Its left side of the face completely torn. Then she shot the second zombie almost reflexively in the chest, then just assure and finalize its death- shot it right in the head. A bloody and gory mess. But a good mess if you asked her.  The other two zombies were most likely even dumber than even the average zombie. Instead of heading for the restaurant where life was. They were heading towards the second closest vehicle. One was in the middle of the road, and became as one would call it road kill. Its body splattered straight to the pavement. A crush of blood and guts splattered onto the black pavement.<br/><br/>This truck seemed overly decorated for the crushing , and protection against zombies. The truck was a lifted ford f250 with spikes, and what seemed to be a cage.  It seemed to whiz down the road at a speed that clearly showed the truck was not close to running out of gas. But could probably use a refill anyway. The vehicle stopped next to the man. It was the perfect opportunity for the man to get safe. A shot sounded from the other side of the restaurant and that last zombie went down like rain. Literally it was blown up by the bullet of a gun that sandy did not seem to know the name of. But whatever kind of gun it was , most likely a shotgun, able to blow those fuckers into smithereens.<br/><br/>What most people didnâ€™t know though that all the occupants of this restaurant knew was that there was life if they kept heading east down this road. The army was preserving life in the farther eastern part of the state to try and stop the invasion. Only problem was that the people at the restaurant couldnâ€™t defend the territory alone. Zombies only came from the front or from the side that sandy was on. Other than that the zombies that do manage to get around the resturaumt are the sneaky bastards that got lucky. However lately they have had a winning streak and barely any zombies have made it past. Though it was the wait that killed off more and more occupants. The longer it takes for the army to get there. The more chances someone is likely to get killed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Fuck Sandyâ€¦I think Iâ€™m losing this chess game. How is the fucking company going?"</span>Mark asked. He seemed rather entertained with his chess game. However his ears and eyes were always on alert. A good marks man never is completely unaware. Though he was pretty much useless on the roof. Just a spotter for Sandy when she needed one.<br/><br/>"Ah fuck it. Hey mark do you mind taking over for me?" Sandy arched an eyebrow. Even though mark wasnâ€™t the greatest long rage gunner. He could at least make a shot every once in while. Plus Andy was there to back him up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shit thatâ€™s like asking a dog if he can fly. Of course I canâ€™t shoot but I will sure as hell try to make a shot when I can sandy."</span>Markâ€™s big hands swiped the chess board that way all the pieces fell to the floor, scattering all over the little part of the roof that they covered. He grabbed the sniper rifle out of her hand.<span style="font-style: italic">"Go give the fuckâ€™s the welcoming that they deserve." </span><br/><br/>"Thanks." Just like Sandy found herself practically running down the ladder, and landing in the back room of the restaurant. Then she fumbled her way to the door that opened to the main dinning area, and slammed the door shut. No one that couldnâ€™t handle a sniper, or a gun for that matter was not aloud through the back room door. That was about half the occupants there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Babe shift over already?"</span>Spoke Drew. He was the next in line for taking her spot. Which meant he replaced her when her shift was over. But she had also slept with the man. One foul mistake she can never take back. Ever since he thought he was the king of her. Which she thought was total fucking bullshit.<br/><br/>"Fuck you. My shift ainâ€™t over for another two hours asshole." She made a gesture with her hand and slapped her ass in a way to say so kiss my ass. Then she made her way over to the door, and grabbed a pistol off the shelf near the entrance to the returaunt. Then opened the entrance door and slammed it shut. She stood facing the world at ground level. It had been so long for her that it almost felt foreign in a way. She also managed to ignore all the gruesome comments drew was making from inside. She waited for the f250 to make its way towards her and the restaurant.  She hoped the man at least took the ride.