Reno didn’t bother to slow down too much around the corner to get into the parking lot of Wally World. He downshifted into second gear then pressed down on the gas pedal, only instead the engine revved and the truck continued at the same speed. “Piece of shit truck…” he mumbled. That wasn’t the first time he’d shifted into gear then had it immediately pop out of gear. Guess that’s what he got for having an older truck. It definitely hadn’t been on the top of his list for vehicles to drive. He could think of a hundred things he’d much rather drive than a 1995 Ford F150. The Ford Mustang he’d had before all the people had turned into flesh hungry monsters had been at the top of his list. It was a shame the car hadn’t been practical. Oh well. He’d find another one at some point, so the truck would have to do for now, even though it had all sorts of problems. It badly needed a new transmission, it needed oil – which was the main reason he was stopping at Wally World – along with the other essential fluids to keep a truck running smoothly. And it also had god knew how many miles on it.<br/><br/>The parking lot looked just like he expected. Cars here and there still in parking spots. Maybe Reno would get lucky and find a more reliable car – one that the keys were still in the ignition. He drove around the back part of the parking lot, scoping things out to make sure there wouldn’t be any surprises awaiting him. He’d had enough surprises for one day after he’d stopped at a sporting goods store to acquire another baseball bat.  Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned down one of the end aisles on the right side of the parking lot, heading towards the part of the store that was for certain the grocery part of the store.  As he was driving, he felt the truck go over something that felt like a speed bump. Looking in the rear view mirror, he was a dead body, brains splattered over the pavement and both arms missing. A third of the way down the aisle though it was blocked off by cars. “Figures…” Reno murmured. He popped the truck into reverse then began to back down the aisle, running over the body for the second time. Yeah, it was already dead, but he needed to have a little fun. Enjoy the little things after all.<br/><br/>Maybe he would try the other end of the store instead. After all, the auto-care section was most likely there anyways. Once backed out of the end aisle, Reno drove towards the aisle on the opposite end of the parking lot. About three quarters of the way down, Reno came to a stop. The main doors ahead looked like a car had crashed right through with the glass splashed all over the ground. This spot would do. Reno shut the engine off, and then reached over for the Remington hunting rifle resting against the passenger seat. But he soon pulled his hand back and went for the handgun instead. The hunting rifle had been something he’d gotten at a hunting store only a few weeks before the world went to shit. He then slid out of the truck. Reno tucked the handgun into the waistband of his jeans then grabbed the metal baseball bat out of the bed of the truck. That should be sufficient. Reno was anticipating there would be zombies in the store and a handgun and baseball bat should be plenty to take care of business. After all, his last baseball bat had shattered quite a few skulls before needing to be replaced.<br/><br/>Reno started towards the main doors, stepping through the shattered pieces of glass. Yup, a car, well, more like a van, had definitely smashed through the doors. He stopped for a moment, then decided to go through a different way. The lawn and garden area. Another sliding glass door, only this one was in tact. Reno went up and tried to pry the door open but to no avail. He shrugged, then stepped back a bit and swung the baseball bat. One, two, three swings and the glass completely shattered. Way to stay quiet. Reno then stepped through the door just in time to be greeted by customer service, with his swollen beer belly swinging dangerously side to side. “Jesus…” Reno murmured. When the fat bloke was close enough, Reno swung high, the metal bat connecting with the zombie’s head, stopping it dead in its tracks. It began to twitch around on the floor as Reno stepped closer then swung again, the second blow causing the zombie’s skull to split open. Lights out. Reno looked down at the dead corpse in disgust. People sure had gotten fatter and fatter, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Reno continued on into the lawn and garden area, wanting to get into the main part of the store. As he rounded a corner, he nearly ran right into zombie number two. Reacting on instinct, Reno kicked the zombie back to allow himself enough time to grab the pistol from his waist band and fire off two shots, one hitting the zombie in the throat, blood instantly gushing out like a fountain, and the other in the head. Reno then stepped over the corpse to make his way out of the lawn and garden area and out into the main part of the store, seeing that he was by the health and beauty section.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Zombie Kills: 2</strong></div>