Gabriel listened to Rob through the web as he slowly made his way to the back of the store. Suddenly, there was a crash and he could hear running as he assumed that Rob had come out of his hiding spot. Gabriel held the gun out, aiming it and soon, Rob came face to face with the barrel of the gun.
"Shit," Gabriel cursed, putting the gun to his side. He saw the bat in his hand. It had blood and guts on it and Gabriel was immune to it all now. Of course, whatever Rob did wasn't enough because the zombie came slugging after him, half of his face bashed in.
"The brain. You have to destroy the brain. Jesus Christ, have you ever seen a zombie movie before?" Gabriel asked.
Gabriel had watched all kinds of movies. All kinds of shows. Mostly he was hooked to MTV because he did like his music videos, but Gabriel was just a fan of tv in general.
"There's more outside." Gabriel looked away and at the zombies that were beginning to pile in. Fucking hell, Rob picked a shitty store to come into, but it wasn't surprising. Most people were drawn to the Golden Boy, diseased brains included.
Gabriel left him to finish off the zomibe he started on while he headed toward the front of the store to take care of the zombies there.