Gambit slumped against the wall, his mind dozing from the current situation. These three preachers spoke far too much, and it was honestly boring and tedious; Gambit had finally deduced that this was as good as it was going to get. Of course, if someone was to offer him something better, who was he to turn it down?<br/>He watched as the three speakers finished, and as they did so, a woman stepped up and spoke to the one named Jack. Gambit held little to no attention to it, as he picked his SPAS-12 off the floor, and made his way towards one of the small stores, which was now so burnt-out, that no remnant of its previous existence could be found. He sat down on one of the wooden boxes, as one of the guards near the windows let out a single shot at one of the creatures, pushing up against the mesh fences. Nothing uncommon was happening really, though a few of the undead creatures were pushing up against the mesh, more-so than usual.<br/><br/>Gambit gripped his weapon tightly, having refitted the small sight on the head of his gun, and turned out of the room, heading back to his small room near the guards barracks. He took a sharp turn, and cornered around to a small enclave near the back of the cosmetics store, which was now a small medical bay. Gambit ducked down into the room, and looked at the bloodied cots and metal toolboxes used as personal storage. Sometimes he wondered what it was like, standing out front all day long, without anything else but a gun, and the ever growing fear of zombies. The thought was swiftly pushed out of his mind, as he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. Spinning around, he jammed his shotgun into the beings face, only to hear the noise he was hoping for.<br/>"Hey Ga- OW!"<br/>Samuel stumbled back, the force of a large metal gun being rammed into his face having very powerfully injured him. Gambit laughed, while his friend recuperated. He was a strong man, and had taken much more powerful blows to the face before, and the shotgun barrel had left him barely scarred. The man chuckled, before recomposing himself, and speaking. "What're you doing back here? There's stuff going on outside." Gambit harked out a small laugh, before sitting his fun down, and sighing.<br/>"Yeah, I know, but come on, it's not like it matters anyway. We're stuck here, and the chances are, we'll get busted down sooner or later. Better to just let nature take it's course."<br/>Samuel heaved a heavy breath, before leaving to join the crowd yet again, leaving Gambit alone in the room, to ponder his thoughts.<br/><br/>