We looked out the front windows, there was a horde of zombies at the entrance to the shopping center. I was panicking, but Jake just left with a brick, gasoline, and a fuse. He got in his truck and drove to about 100 yards from the hoard. He covered the truck in gas, lit the fuse, put a brick on the accelerator, and put the truck in drive. The truck sped towards the hoard and engulfed the group with flames. BOOOM!!! The truck exploded, Jake made his way back. "What are you doing?! How are we gonna get back!?" I screamed, "Don't worry I got it covered," he said as he dangled keys in my face. I looked out in the parking lot and the only one in front of the store was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan. I guess he found the keys in the manager's office. We quickly loaded up the truck and went back to the Skating Rank. Tomorrow we go for food.