(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a suburban side street, somewhere in NW Wellington<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Olivia, Marcus, Desi and the Pilot.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Clear to the rear, left and right. Covering here, call if you need help."</em></strong><br/><br/>The guy had a pistol. I just hoped he wasn’t going to shoot us.<br/><br/>I nodded back over my shoulder once.<em>Thanks.</em><br/><br/>Focusing back on the three advancing zombies I heard my other new companion pick out the left hand one, which staggered and went down with a bullet in it’s neck. I aimed right between the eyes of the right hand one and let it get within about ten yards before squeezing the trigger. There was no sound.<br/><br/><strong>“Shit! Jammed gun! Can someone take them out?”</strong>