Part 4...

We drove for hours, my body was drained of all its energy hours ago, but i knew we couldn't stop, for long anyways... Another hour passed and we eventually came across a lit up gun shop.
As we stopped the engine and stepped towards the door, shots were fired at us, bullets whizzed past us, just barely missing us and sending us sprawling for cover.

The boys freaked out, not knowing what to do, I shot blindly over the bonnet of the car, towards the gun shop, where I figured the shots where coming from.. As we exchanged bullets i heard a voice screaming for inside the shop "GET AWAY FROM MY SHOP, YOU ROTTEN FREAKS, YOU AIN'T TAKING ME EASY, YOU BASTARDS!!”

I was shocked, another survivor... thank god, and at least he knows how to use a gun. I screamed for him to cease fire... and after a couple more minutes he finally did, only to come surging out the door and pointing his smoking shotgun right into my face, I looked up at the old man, his leg in a splint and blood dripping from his mouth, he must've been fighting the beasts recently I thought.. Worried he was infected I warily got up, telling him of the situation we had just fought through.

Eventually he allowed us entry into his well stocked shop, filled with a wide assortment of weapons, just what we needed...

We dead-bolted his barred door and sat down at a messy table, the poor bloke was so dirty, he must've been holed up here ever since the infection began... which had now started over a week ago.

He allowed us access to his weapons, ammunition, canned food and water though now it was becoming nighttime and the beasts always seemed to be starved for flesh, even more so, at this time, rather then the day time.. Something I would hopefully understand better later on.
As we took turns to take watch, it was a rather un-eventful night... but as the owner's turn to watch came, he seemed gun-crazy and threw multiple flares into the front car park, swarms of zombies immediately filled the area, roaring for our flesh, to shred us to pieces, the shop owner roared defiantly back at them, blasting away at the with his automatic shotgun, it shredded the zombies to shreds, thinning their ranks in no time.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!!?" I yelled at him, he just laughed and continued firing into the hordes, still rushing madly towards the shop...

I madly ran to wake the boys, telling them to arm themselves and get to the from as soon as damn possible, I didn't know if the owner was losing his mind or had already lost it, but I knew that we still had to stand by his side against the ravenous hordes, still pounding at the re-enforced doors.
We fought them off, rather victoriously for what seemed like hours... Sweat was pouring from my head and arms, but I knew we couldn't stop, couldn't back down...

The owned told me to grab the chainsaw from below his counter and to bring him a handful of grenades, I reluctantly agreed and threw them to him, he pulled the pin of one immediately, sprawled madly for cover and as soon as the grenade hit one of the zombies, through a gap in the door, a huge mob of them stupidly lunged for the grenade and were blown to bits, their body parts covering the car park and splattering the windows with blood.

This shattered most of the windows, but the strong bars kept the beasts at bay, their numbers finally thinning...

I revved the chainsaw, the boys and owner roaring in delight, the zombies still stupidly clawing at us through the bars, their heads exploding constantly as the others fired at them, semi-blindly, as there were still so many...

I ran along the barred windows, slashing apart the zombies, shredding their arms apart and dropping them again and again, I was absolutely covered in blood, but couldn't stop until we had destroyed them all...

I continued shredding them apart for at least half an hour, and eventually all that was left of the zombies where twitching body parts, scattered around the car park...

Before i could even decide the plan the owner rushed outside and started setting the corpses on fire, the smell was unbearable "You have to completely destroy their bodies, get the hell out here and help me, you morons!!".. I was gob smacked... and, again, reluctantly followed after him, grabbed a large tank of gasoline from beside the entrance door and started piling them up together with the owner, some of them dismembered almost completely but still snapping at me, I was shaken to the core but the owner simply stomped on their heads, and calmly piled them up, I was so shocked at his mettle, how could he so easily do this.. I laughed at first, but now this really was disturbing me..

After we finally gathered them all, we soaked the large pile of bloody parts up and set it alight, it burnt so quickly, their rotten body parts breaking down, almost into ash in just minutes..

"What a relief...” I thought to myself... "Nothing like the smell or burning Zed's in the morning" said the owner, laughing to himself... I started with wide eyes at him, wondering how he could be so calm about this whole mess...

I turned back to the shop, and was surprised to see the boys showing some initiative and boarding up the windows, allowing us some extra protection, they left slits in the boards to allow us to fire weapons.. "Kids are getting a hang of this shit...” I said, a faint smile spreading across my face, to the owner, he laughed, slapped me on the shoulder "good job there mate, now I know I can trust you", "That was just a damn test!?" I screamed at him, "what the hell where you thinking"... "I don’t know, just wanted to see how you held yourselves, and it was impressive, good work...” "Bastard" I muttered to myself as we trudged back into the shop, hopefully finally able to actually get at least SOME reprieve from those ravenous beasts...