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The gunner doesn't deserve to die—he deserves to suffer. Chief among his transgressions was forcing Jaime into this damnable school and trapping him among the undead.

You walk over to the gunner, and his arm waves in the air to grab you. Pulling the Colt Python revolver from his shoulder holster, you raise the weapon and fire once into the air. Excited growls fill the night air, and from the basketball court, the mass of zombies now come at you in full sprint.

The gunner stares up at you, his face contorting in pain. "See…you…in…hell," he says through quick, labored breaths.

"Maybe one day," you say, tucking his revolver into the front of your pants. "But not today."

Howls from the parking lot startle you, and you spot the zombies nearing the jeep. You walk up the steps to the front of the school, watching as the first of the undead climbs into the jeep. As the screams of the man in the jeep mix with the sounds of the zombie horde, you enter the school and close the door to keep anything from following you inside.