The blow to the zombie's head left a wet, mess of gore behind and while its hand was still firmly gripping Jake's collar, it shifted its weight enough that Jake was able to get some more slack and spin around.<br/><br/>Jake got over the initial shock of the attack and realized the rifle would do him no good here.  He let go of the grip and quickly drew his sidearm.  He raised the pistol and with a loud pop fired a shot into the zombie's head.  It went a little low and must have missed the brain because the creature still continued its attack.  He adjusted his aim and quickly fired another shot higher in the head, this time just under the lip of the old helmet.  The loud pop was accompanied by a ping of lead hitting steel as the bullet cleared the zombie's skull and struck the back of the helmet.<br/><br/>Jake pulled himself free of the now silent zombie and jumped to his feet.  He holstered his pistol and looked over at Marcus with newly found appreciation.  "Thanks," he gasped.  "I appreciate it.....I...I owe you one."<br/><br/>Just then he heard a loud gasping moan on the wind and looking south saw the half dozen other zombies now running right at them.  About 300 meters away with a few scattered cars between them, he knew they didn't have long.  He quickly recovered his carbine and clicked the safety off.  "Hold your fire until they get within 100 feet, otherwise you'll just piss them off."