Gabriel made his way back up front and took care of the zombies that were up there until there were no more bullets left. There were bullets in the car, but Gabriel thought they might be able to make it out before it would have to resort to that.
Rob, it's clear up here. Bring your scary ass out, Gabe spoke through the web, waiting for Rob to make his appearance. When the Golden Boy appeared, the two of them ran toward the car and Gabriel barely gave him enough time to close the door before he was pulling out of the parking lot and getting on the empty highway.
"That's life here," he said, looking at him. "I don't know much about the prison but I'm going to assume that they'll teach you how to defend yourself."
Luckily for Gabriel, he already knew how to do that. From life alone and then from being here. This was a different ball game for him but simpler than how it was back home. Zombies were nothing. They were slow, thoughtless, they had no life. Gabriel didn't feel bad at all for putting a bullet in their brain. Sometimes he even enjoyed it a little too much. It was a great stress reliever.