Alex clipped the radio to the back of his shorts. "Try to keep up." winked at Thom, knowing he was probably in better shape for biking than the other man. He was riding in high gear and got started slowly but quickly accelerated in the direction of the Walmart. Like hell he wasn't going to go in. If anything it would be a better idea to open up the doors and lure any zombies out into the open. Even an unarmed person could then do a simple foot-sweep to knock them down, and then stomp on their skull.<br/><br/>Once they were there, Alex hopped off and put the kickstand up; he made sure his bike was several yards away from the doors, enough that he could run over to it instead of getting stuck mounting it right near the door if he was in danger of being ambushed.<br/><br/>"You wait here." Alex told Thom. "If I don't come out in two minutes...don't bother coming in after me." he shook his head.<br/><br/>He went up to the sliding glass doors; amazingly enough they were still powered on and opened at his presence. He looked around; empty checkstands and abandoned carts, but everything was more or less in place, though there were things strewn about on the floors everywhere. He didn't hear anything. He put his fingers in his lips and gave a loud, shrill, high-pitched whistle, lasting ten seconds. Several loud moans responded, and he gave another one, starting to retreat back out the exit. He gave a final one, hoping they were all heading his way now.<br/><br/>He turned around and ran out the doors. "Hey, get ready. We're going to have at least half a dozen of them coming out at us." he said. He pulled a long, heavy wrench out of his backpack and smacked it against his other hand. "What have you got to protect yourself?" he asked Thom.