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Freddie's heart begins to beat faster than ever. He puts his hands up in defense. "I'm s-sorry, I didn't know.'' Freddie says awkwardly. He thinks about grabbing his broomstick, but he then realizes it's too far. He doesn't know what to do. He never had a gun to his let alone a crossbow. He begins to sweat heavily. "Please, let me leave. I won't come back." Freddie pleaded.
((okay, cool))Freddie had just escaped a horde of runners when he ran into the police station. It was surprisingly open. He urgently locked the door behind him, sliding to the floor to catch his breath. He whispered a prayer to himself and began to look around for anything useful.
Freddie was terrified. He was alone. If he left his pot on the door, the unknown man would get in. He tried to reach for the case of guns, but it was too far. He ultimately let go of the door fast enough to pick up a pistol and go back to his post on the wall without the unknown man getting. The only bad thing was, Freddie had never fired a pistol.
Freddie was in the back of the weapon shop when he heard whispers. He thought it my have been one of the infected, but it sounded like words. Zombies couldn't talk. He slowly closed the case of guns he was looking at and walked towards the door. He put his ear to the door in case he heard anything else.
