For a short while, all was quite. Then the moans got louder and louder as they neared.
"Shit..." saide Trent. "Shit.... shit.... shit shit shit shit!
He quickly ran to the truck and popped the hood open. Smoke and steam bellowed out as it escaped from the engine compartment. Trent looked around nervously then back down to the steaming engine.
"I don't have the time to fix this!" he said to himself. "Babe!" yelled Jessie. He looked to her as she tossed him a shotgun. He turned to look at the hoard of dead creeping nearer and nearer. "Nolen." he said.
Trents switch had been flipped again.
"We have about six to eight grenades back there. Take half and use them wisely. Don't you dare go wastin' my grenades."