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Having assault rifles, military gear, not to mention a Humvee, would all be incredibly useful for surviving the rest of the outbreak and whatever comes after it. How could you let it all roll away?

The soldiers move towards the vehicle to take their same seats as before, and you quickly size up your targets. Cowboy holds the M4 carbine in hand and might be the most prepared to fight back, but White is the clear leader of the operation. Croston is likely the most formidable in close combat. All wear protective vests and carry sidearms.

With the soldiers' backs turned, you raise your M9 pistol, aim at Cowboy, and pull the trigger. The shot hits dead center in the back of his skull, dropping him to the ground.

"What the hell?" White yells and takes cover behind the Humvee's open back door. As the barrel of her pistol pokes over the top, you realize you're out in the open and make a break for cover of your own.

Just as you leap behind a thicket of bushes, you hear the bullets whizz by overhead. You pop up with your M9 pistol to return fire and hear the rumble of an engine. The Humvee lunges forward and squeals as it pulls away from the curb, racing past you with more gunfire coming from the rear driver-side window. You get off a shot, hitting the Humvee's back bumper, but it sails away down the street.