Weapon's Check

The large man looked over his scavenged loot that he had brought into the home. “Shotgun, check. Thirty boxes of shells. Check. Cleaver? Check. Right… bring on the horde.”

From the second story he heard another voice, oriental in origin. “Sword…. Check…” it said.

Rex grumbled, but loaded the rounds anyway. At least he had wasn’t going to fight the living dead by himself.

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