Rezilin stood in the center of the aisle and began holding down on the trigger.  Numerous zombies fell to his barrage of bullets.  He grabbed a frag grenade off of his belt and tossed it out of the shop.  A moment later it exploded and a pack of zombies were torn to shreds.  He could see that they could out for a little bit longer, so he ran down the aisles and grabbed an old rucksack a poor raccoon wouldn't need anymore.  He looked along the rows of shelves and began tossing all the 6.8 MM and .30 rounds he could find.<br/><br/>"Sweet God I hit the jackpot..."<br/><br/>He looked down on the floor and saw a pair of odd looking pistols.  Leaning over, he let his rifle hang from his straps and picked it up, eying its odd configuration.  A zombie burst through the shelves, leaping at him.  The pistol shot up and gave one thunderous roar as a .410 shotgun shell tore the zombie to shreds.  He grinned and realized he's found an Auto-Shot-Pistol.  Or an ASP.  He stopped for a few seconds and grabbed a couple of boxes of .410 shells and reloaded the pistol.<br/><br/>He felt a lot heavier carrying all that gear.  But his pistol was much easier to fight with as he simply aimed into  a mass of zombies and began emptying out the clip of shells into them.