<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rule 2.   The Double Tap</strong></span><br/><br/>Denver saw it all go down, and it was like someone decided to play a real cruel joke on him. The Wally World was meant to be contained, for the most part. Clear the place, get what he needed, and maybe even spend the night if he was comfy enough (he usually wasn’t), but all it took was an overzealous lady in a suburban standard to make what was just going to be hard, and turn it damn-near impossible.<br/><br/><em>’No…no…no,no,no,NO!’</em>his mind screamed as the van blew through the glass. The sound was enough to make him jump, even though he knew it was coming. Sounds just had a way of being more loud when you were used to being on your own, not to mention that most smart people would have figured out that making noise in their situation could be hazardous to their fucking health.<br/><br/>There could be a ton of reasons for what happened, but none of them would make him feel any better. The fact of the matter was that he was looking for a way-in, and a way-in has presented itself as per his wishes. Beggars most certainly could not be choosers. He used the opportunity to break into a sprint. Maybe he could find a way in before the rest homed in on the sound. Maybe get around the meat that caused the mess in the first place.<br/><br/>As the man and woman fought…well, the woman fought and the man tried to tell her to stop, a zombie had turned the corner around the minivan to follow the sound of their merri-fucking-ment, apparently intent on having lunch. Denver allowed his arm to go slack as he got closer to them, and the bat’s string slid down his arm enough for him to catch and grip the instrument of this particular zombie’s demise.<br/><br/>Without uttering a word or battle cry, he swung the bat for all he was worth and his running speed helped do the rest. The connection to the back of the woman’s head gave a satisfyingly sick metal thud that lifted her off her feet and flat on her face. Calvin came in too hot and could not come to a sudden stop on account of the glass. He slid for a moment, the fell onto his back before he quickly rolled to his stomach and was back on his feet. From there he walked with a single-minded purpose towards the floored zombie, before he swung his bat down and around, like a guy trying to mallet one of those metal rods to the bell, and was immediately rewarded with another thud and stillness from the corpse.<br/><br/>Sure that the employee was done, he then took a moment to regard to two people fighting “Okay…van through store? Not cool. I was trying to get some shopping done today.” He looked around them, trying to hear if there were any zombies coming, but couldn’t hear anything…which meant absolutely dick. He immediately searched the employee for keys, both for a potential car, and more pressing concerns of a locked “employees area” door that he had half a shot of finding.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Zombie Kills:</span></strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">1</span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Zombie Kill of the Week</span></strong>: <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">0</span><br/></div>