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A young woman anxiously sat in a plastic red chair that usually fills doctor offices. The dim light occasionally flickers allowing the grimy walls and floors to become visable. Her right legged is jittering as she sniffs. Her boots are worn from the miles she's run, her clothes stained with the blood she's spilt, her body shakes with anticipation. The door is slammed open catching her attention. The figure standing there steps in from the sunlight so her form becomes clear. Her strawberry hair flaring out from her white cowboy hat. She locks eyes with the sitting woman and tosses her a combat shotgun. She catches it and her finger naturally find their way to their propper place. She looks back to the standing woman who is gripping her own shot gun. "You ready to kill some more?" The woman's voice as deep and firm. She nodded and stood. "Lets do this!" They turn and simultaneously pump the barrels of their guns. They stand in the door way as zombies nasiter looking than before begin to form a horde in their path. One in the front gives them a twisted look of confusion turns to rage as it screams alerting the rest. Its face vanishes in an explosion of a red mist and chuncks. The cowboy hatted woman looks to her friends steaming barrel. Then back to the zombies as they both unload shots into the deformed bodies cutting through them for some goal. What these women can't see is the massive hordes heading for them they'll need more than ammo and determination to make it through this lone road.