Jamie stood in shock over the body, his heart racing. His attention then turned to the front of his house where more of those things were pounding on the door and window. He glanced over at the drive way and saw that his father's car was unharmed. He ran over to the front door and locked it then grabbed the car keys hanging on the wall to the side. He then bolted to his room and grabbed the shotgun off his dresser. He put his 9mm in his pocket and ran for the basement and grabbed a box of shotgun shells. His basement was a heaven for any gun nut as it had rifles, pistols, and shotguns, along with plenty of ammo. He contemplated about making a stand but realized he wouldn't last long as there was no other way out of the basement.<br/><br/>He ran back upstairs and into his room, shutting and locking it behind him. He shoved the dresser in front of hit and dropped the shells on his bed and loaded the shotgun. He pocketed the remaining shells and went over to his window and opened it. He climbed out and made his way around to the car. He quickly climbed it and put the key in the ignition and turned it and hoped like hell the car would start. "Come on, I'm not asking for much."