Asian girl to the rescue!

Then all of a sudden, his hands go slack around your neck. You feel something hot dripping down onto you. It's his blood. He falls over onto the ground.

You sit up to see the asian girl that you saved, her breath is ragged and her chest heaving. In her hands is the two-by-four, now dripping with blood. Gasping for breath, she looks down at the dead men on the ground. Her black hair hangs in front of her face.

"That was too close," you rasp.

You snatch the keys and lead her to the jeep.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Suk-Ling," she mumbles.

"I'm Drako," you say.

You start the engine and set off down the road. You stop by the warehouse, fetch the crazy priest, tie him up and gag him, and throw him in the back, under a tarp. Then you head for the edge of town.

"Keep your head down. They don't wear uniforms, so hopefully they won't notice who we are," you say.

You she leans over and lays her head in your lap.

"Not exactly what I meant, but this'll do," you say.

You manage to drive right out of town with your pilfered jeep and turn towards Fort Michael. You reach down and stroke her hair. For a moment, she closes her eyes and sighs. You're about to pull your hand back from her perfect hair when she puts her hand on top of it and holds it there.

"Please leave it," she says, nestling her head deeper into your crotch.

You don't argue. Instead, you just keep your hand there, enveloped by her raven black hair. As you drive, her head rests on your lap, her hair cascading over both of your legs. She breathes in deeply and exhales slowly in her sleep.

The sun beats down on the jeep's top as you drive west, into the setting sun. You spy a lone gas station up ahead and pull in to check for fuel. The lights are out and the building appears deserted.

From the outside, it doesn't look as if it has been looted. You hop out and walk towards the station. The garage door is halfway open, so you peak under. You see a lot of useful gear, including two large jerrycans. Once you get the gas flowing, it'll be good to be able to take extra. Unfortunately, there are several zombies inside as well.

Just then, the bound priest begins to come to and starts thrashing around in the back of the jeep.

"Hey, you over there!" you say, pointing at the bound man.

The priest looks up at you.

"One more sound and you'll be more trouble to keep alive than you're worth," you say.

But the priest keeps thrashing about and making noise. Before you can do anything about it, Suk-Ling cracks him in the head with her two-by-four. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he goes limp.

Too late! The zombies inside come crawling out. You kick the nearest one in the temple and retreat. Then you yank your pistol from it's holster and bury a bullet in the head of one as it lunges at you. A second one gets to its feet and charges at you, too. You sidestep its charge, yank the zombie's head back by it's hair, and shoot the creature in the temple. You keep the pistol raised and fire until the rest lay on the ground, twitching.

"So much for the stealth approach," you say.

Suk-Ling comes out from behind the jeep, two-by-four clenched between white knuckled hands.

"Keep an eye on this bag of crap. I'll be back," you say and duck into the garage.

You grab the jerrycans first thing. Then start rooting around for other supplies. You find some oil, a decent looking tool set, and other gear. Good to have, but nothing worth getting too excited about. Then you head into the gas station. The shelves are still stocked but you're not alone as you enter. Two more shamblers attack the moment you enter. You step back, aim, and fire. The bullet plows through one zombie skull, tumbling out the back, and lodges itself in the brain of the second. Both go down immediately. On the far side there is a small office but it's locked.

You start looking through the rest of the store for a key but the second you do, another shamble appears from around the corner. Too close for comfort! The shamble charges. You pull the trigger again but the bolt jams! The charging zombie slams into you, knocking the useless gun from your hand.

You grab it by the shoulder and ram its head one, two, three times into the cinderblock wall. It lurches and falls twitching to the floor. You retrieve your pistol and clear the jam. Them you fire, blowing a hole through it's forehead.

Forgetting about the key, you simply kick the office door in. The door splinters open on surprisingly flimsy hinges. Inside you find an empty office with an open window. Evidently, the owner hightailed it out of there. Suddenly your eyes go wide...