Ashley had always found it odd how some Zombies just never left the place they died in. Sure, after a Zombified town had formed into a hoard pretty much everyone was out of place, but, he'd always found those rare gas-station attendant Zombies interesting. He'd even found one still behind the counter, bandage still on his minor wound to the hand.<br/><br/>The bank gave him a feeling just like that, likely evacuated before work had started, and therefore, everything was in its place, neat and tidy.<br/><br/>Except, of course, for the janitor Zombie stumbling towards him. He didn't even bother pulling out his gun, instead, ducking a grabbing hand, and twisting the Zombie's arm, which prompty came off in his hand.<br/><br/>"I," he said, swiping the Zombie's legs out from under it with the severed arm, "don't," and then dropping the limb and leaning down to grab the Zombie's head, "like," he pulled and twisted with a sickening snap, "being eaten..."<br/><br/>He held the head up, before tossing it aside and walking further into the bank. He flexed his arm, bandage still showing a bite-pattern of blood marks.<br/><br/>"Thats new," he said absently to himself, remarking at his own apparent increase in strength. It was an odd pehnomenon, that. After the world had pretty much degenerated into chaos he'd met a scientist, going back towards the more heavily populated areas, while he was moving away. The man had told him that the infection was heavily competetive, even with other diseases, so, as it turned out, just about the only thing one could get from Zombies was the Zombie infection, and that, he knew he was immune to. A handy bit of information, he supposed, especially given that it explained why he hadn't been sick since he'd had his very first bite.<br/><br/>He hopped the counter, moving towards the manager's office. Naturally the end of society meant that valuble took on a whole different meaning. Food, drugs of almost any kind, and other medical supplies were always the most sought after, ammunition was up there, it had really skyrocketed in value, but it was one of those things that people never traded unless they had plenty to spare.<br/><br/>So, he supposed, that his trip to the bank might've been a little bit out of the ordinary, but then, he knew a few things that most people never thought about. So, instead of heading straight for the nearest pawn shop, or gun store, which would no doubt be very nearly cleared out, he went to the bank. However, it wasn't the main vault he was heading for.