<tt class="bbc_tt"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Friday, 23 November 2012, 00:10<br/>10 Minutes into Black Friday</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br/>Leo's brief encounter with the zombie did indeed kill it, for the wooden baseball bat to the skull did wonders to shatter the zombie's head and destroy the brain, but it splattered brain matter and blood all over his armor and even a bit on his face, which would no doubt cause him to worry.  The bat, swung by his adrenaline soaked arms, had broken by the force exerted on it and due to a natural flaw running through the wood that had escaped notice by the manufacturer.  It was now useless, but it had served its purpose for the time being.<br/><br/>Everyone else in the store was now arming up at the gun counter, most choosing the larger calibres.  Because handguns weren't very common as hunting weapons, the store only carried rifles and shotguns.  Most of the men went with heavier rounds like the .30-06, .308 and .30-30.  By the time Leo got to the counter, they'd also picked through most of the shotguns, taking the 12ga. guns first and then the 20ga.  Thankfully for Leo, they had one gun left that was overlooked despite its heavy calibre.  A Rossi Circuit Judge, capable of using .410 shotgun shells or .45 rounds in a five-cylinder revolver.  It would put a hurt on his shoulder, but it packed a punch.<br/><br/><strong>For Xiphon III</strong><br/>Liam's attempt at escape met with a problem when he discovered the door to the employee area locked.  The noise he made trying to open it, as well as his movement, attracted the attention of a zombie.  The other workers were dead by the time Liam's slow movements got him to the door, so he was all alone as the zombie roared and charged, the movement attracting more zombies into the store.<br/><br/><strong>For Dashenka</strong><br/>The zombies, for the most part, were about to move on when Cheryl started giving them a reason to stick around.  They banged on the barricade, eager to get inside to the tasty meat, and one of the employees muttered, "Maybe we should throw the mouthy bitch out there and let them eat her."  They were all on edge, not helped by the fact that Cheryl was about as empty headed as she appeared.<br/><br/>Suddenly, one of the ceiling panels came down, and a head poked out.  It was a young man wearing a Wolf Camera polo, and he said, "Good, someone's alive.  Come on... we're moving above the floor to safer shops trying to round up survivors.  Take it slow and keep quiet... they're crawling everywhere."</span></tt>