There were more zombies now. He was standing in front of a pub. The sign was broken down, but he could make out the word Winchester.
"Go to the Winchester, they said. Have a pint and wait for this to blow over, they said." Romeo said angrily, as he drew a small pistol, loaded some strange ammunition into it, and fired. He aimed it high, and it fell, and exploded, taking out a cluster of zombies. Bandits where here. There were taking out the zombies.
I can't take those bandits out, they're helping me, Romeo thought to himself.
He loaded different ammunition, muttered a few words, and a scope popped rotated from the side to the top of the gun. He aimed, fired, killed six zombies. Reloaded. Did it again. Reloaded. Did it again.