More of the house crashed down around us, and flames were licking at our feet, while smoke clogged our chests.

We finally had a chance! The only problem was, we were on the top floor, and the garage was on the bottom, surrounded by zombies. With one clip of rifle ammo, and half a clip of pistol, we didn’t have much of a chance.
“Got any more C4 left?” I asked hopefully.
Jess shook her head. My heart sunk. The flames burned higher, and the smoke became even more acrid.
We lurched towards the hole in the wall. It was now the only escape option. The zombies were milling about on the ground, but away from the searing heat of the burning building. In fact, the large majority were hiding around the adjacent building, which was the garden shed. At that point, we both noticed the gas tank just behind the building at the same time.
“It’s worth a shot” I shrugged, before coughing horrendously.
Jess raised her rifle to take a shot, but we needed every bullet we had. I raised my pistol instead, and fired.