Last Mag

Well, here we are, stuck on a damn roof of a POS office building. Supplies have been getting scarce around here so we started searching places with food pantries for the homeless, churches, community centers, that sort of thing. Well, we were in a mosque about two blocks away. Those places were creepy before the whole "walking dead" thing, now they're just ridiculous. We got in to the food pantry, packed our back packs with the canned goods, and started to leave. We got half way down the street when suddenly, out of no where, a zombie walked into the street. I figured we'd just deal with it when we got there, but Micheal decided to shoot it, with a 12 gauge, and draw every zombie for two miles to us. Which turned out to be a lot. We saw a large group approaching so we figured we'd duck in a high up building, blow the stairs a few floors up, and just use our rope ladder when the zombies hear another noise near by. Too bad they seem to like this building a lot. I'm not sure what I was thinking, trapping us up here like this... Well anyway. I only had a total of 500 rounds, 220 in a rig and 280 my pack, then most of the other huys had between 400-600. We've been steadily picking them off, but there is just too many for four guys to handle. I'm down to my last 20 round mag for the AR. I got my revolver and my beretta still handy, revolver has another 24 rounds and the beretta 30. I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this mess. I've told the guys to stop firing, and save their ammo. We've been dropping office furniture on them for a while. I never thought I'd be so happy to see a collection of "World's greatest boss" mugs. ...