Jack was walking past one of the restrooms when he heard a noise coming from inside. He crept up toward the door and pushed it open. He instantly came face to face with the barrel of an M16 assault rifle, held by a man with a large beard, and was wearing a black leather jacket, camouflage colored pants, and a pair of boots, with a large duffel bag slung over his back.
Jack instantly dropped his shotgun, and raised his hands. "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" the man said angrily. "I'm not looking for a part in a western, especially the bad guy. I'm just another survivor. There's no need to shoot me." Jack said, trembling slightly. The man looked over him for a minute before lowering his rifle. "Sorry about that man." the man replied "I've just been under a lot of stress.". "You're not kidding." Jack said, chuckling slightly "Having these undead monsters coming at you from every direction, anyone could go crazy.". The man smirked. "I'm Jack." Jack said, holding out his hand. "Name's Lyle." the man replied, shaking Jacks hand. Lyle then looked down at Jacks old shotgun. "Is that all you've got for weapons." Lyle said, smirking. "Yeah." Jack replied "I found it in one of the game booths.". "No offense." Lyle said "But you won't last five minutes with just that.". Jack hated to admit it, but he knew Lyle was right. He'd need some military grade hardware to survive this nightmare. "I'll tell you what." Lyle said as he took his duffel bag off.
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