The Outbreak continued

I sat there panting out of breath. I gaze over to the crowd now looking like it was growing by the second. "god i hope they didn't see me jump in here". I look around the cab, i see the keys, a bag of lickerish, a glock, box of rounds, and a can of soda."oh boy breakfast...", i sit in the cab and just look at the zombies as they calm down and separate. it was about a hour and a half before only about 2 to 4 zombies were left just stumbling around. I made the mistake of looking and seeing my dad and uncle both literally torn in two from the hip and what looked like half my dads left arm missing. i sat there and cried. I then hear a voice in my head tell me "who's it gonna be? you or them?". I grab the glock open the door and run and grab the dropped weapons. i run into the truck and drop them there. "THEM", I run into the barn and grab every thing i can get from water to old doe meat. i stock the truck with what i could, then made my way to the back fence. I drive past a couple dead cows, and survey the fields. "looks clean enough for me". I drive into Munster the closest city nearby. I get into town and see the streets littered with corpses of dead zombies. "Oh right this is a hunting community". I glance at the gas tank, almost empty. "thank god there's a station at the top of this hill". i drive to the top of the hill and park next to a pump. I grab my new glock and my dads 12 gauge. I walk to the door "only one way to do this..." i sigh caulk my 12 gauge and walk in. Shotty level with my eyes i see no threats. I go behind the cashiers desk, press pump 13. I look up and i see a mussel pointed in between my eyes. "sorry sir or mam im just getting gas for my truck outside" i look past the mussel and see a long haired biker dude."what are you doing with such a nice glock and shotgun?" says the biker. "protection no zombies getting me off guard" i reply. "well i surprised you, so i would think you would be as good to me as dead". you can hear the safety switch click. "SIR please i will help you with anything just please don't harm me". "How can you possibly help me?" "well how good are you with a sniper rifle?" "not very" the man replies. "well i am", i glance at the truck. i say "you defend this gas station don't you?". "ya so what?" "i will pay you back for the gas with my skill, tonight i will keep this place safe". He says "hmm well i would want one decent night of sleep for once.. deal". Later that night i sat atop the gas station picking off targets and blowing up propane takes cleverly placed earlier. around 2:30 in the morning i started to get drowsy. The next thing i remember was waking up to a beautiful sunrise. I stand up stretch and look down at my feet. i see my rifle, a box of rounds, a soda, and a note. I read the note -Not to self!! dont fall asleep!! you must shoot your share of zombies...- "oh god" at that point i knew i was boned. I looked around the station. Nothing was moving or even in dismay. "huh maybe the zombies stopped attacking us and...." cut short in that sentence i walk into the store and see the biker torn to ribbons a few zombies still trying to beat him even more dead. all i could do was just puke. then i realized where i was and that two threats still remain in the room. I reach for a fire axe on the table near by putting it through its head and having it collapse right there. I look up and see a blur of red yellow and something sharp. the next thing i know im holding of a zombie with my fore arm. i just reached for its hair and smashed it against the tile right next to me. "god... i need a break from all this". i sigh and gather more weapons that i find in the bathroom. i fill up some gas cans and put them in the back.