"Look it'll be fine, I'll go, scout out the station and we'll go from there." Chris said as he turned on his heel and walked away from the group and out of the mall.<br/><br/>He'd made it about halfway to the station when he heard a noise from behind him and turned around, but failed to see anything there. He spent a few minutes scanning the area with his eyes but failed to spot anything. With a shrug he spun around and continued his journey.<br/><br/>A few minutes later he heard another noise and spun around, only to again find nothing there, but he knew he'd heard something. When he turned around again he barely had time to react to the zombie who was rushing towards him. He raised his weapon but was too slow as the zombie collided with him, driving them both to the ground, his P90 being forced from his grip and flying away from him.<br/><br/>Raising his good arm he tried to hold the zombie at bay, but it managed to take a bite out of his arm, causing him to scream in pain. Using as much strength as he could muster he flipped the zombie over his head and rolled over, retrieving his .45 from the leg holster and taking aim as the zombie staggered to his feet and turned around. Chris fired and watched as the bullet tore through the zombie's skull.<br/><br/>Panting his groaned as he looked down at his arm. "That's probably not good." he muttered as he staggered over to retrieve his lost P90. He just picked it up when he heard another snarl from behind him and slowly turned around, seeing 10 other zombies standing there.<br/><br/>"Oh...fuck." he cursed as he raised his weapons and fired.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the zombies to overwhelm him, the sounds of gunfire stopping suddenly and being replaced by a blood curdling scream, but even that was soon silenced only to be replaced with the sounds of zombies feasting on their latest meal.