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pulling into a gas station now, this was the second part of the plan. They got out, each grabbing some crow bars and heading to the covers that housed the gas. There were 3 man-hole like covers in the ground maybe 20ft from the pumps, they pick one each at random and begin prying to tops off each underground compartment, the pungent sent of gas hits them in the face and while yes much of the gas could have evaporated over time, they didn’t need much for what they wanted. There were a few slow zombies around and they easily took care of them with some smacks to the heads.
    “So what’s this thing do now.” Jill asked as Jack got the old metal object out of the trunk. Setting it upon the ground, Jack said “This, is an air raid siren. It’s been in that classroom for years.”
    “And how did this come to randomly be there?”
    “I don’t know something about her husband getting it off of some WWII naval destroyer he was on.” He said as he was taking bottles out of a cardboard box that they packed.
    “So that would make your teacher like 90yrs. old, there’s no way.” Jill saying as she was helping him.
    “So then it was the woman’s dad who was in the navy, god get all technical on me. I just knew it was there, and I’ve always wanted to crank it up.”
    They swiftly prepared their bottles, all they could find back in the garage that was flammable and not gasoline was paint thinner. They filled 5 bottles pretty full and were now sticking old cut up t-shirts into the opening of each. Zombies being the intrigued creatures they were started to wander over more frequently and steadily, they had to hurry and get this show on the road. Because of Jill’s gimpy ankle, it was decided that she would sound the siren and Jack would drop the cocktails down the holes.
    “Let me just crank it a couple times.” Jack said with excitement. “I’ve waited my whole life to do this.”
    Sitting in the driver’s seat now, sideways, hanging out the open door, Jill watched Jack star to crank the siren, this 2ft tall 60 yr. old air raid siren started slow but really started to scream. With wads of Kleenex in their ears, they mimed the next steps to each other. Jill took over the cranking and turned that handle for all it was worth. They hadn’t really decided on how long to do this for, but they wanted to get a nice gathering. From all around them zombies were shambling up, they wanted them closer, close enough so that at least some would get taken out by the blast. Again the car was parked facing outwards, at the end of the row from the ground gas compartments. The idea was Jack would race down dropping bottles down the holes, Dirty Dozen style like Jim Brown’s character in the movie. And then he’d launch himself into the backseat of the waiting car. That was the idea. About two minutes had passed, zombies, seemed to be flocking around now, Jack threw a bottle right through the large glass window of the station, it shattered and caught on fire instantly. He was still waiting, needing them to get closer. Jill wanted to keep cranking, hoping the noise was reaching the survivors and pulling those zombies away, but now the dilemma, their current situation was getting hairy, the zombies maybe 50ft from her, she was going to crank as long as she could. The zombies continued to draw near and she heard Jack say something, she turned to look “Jack behind you!” Jill shouted. Jack managed to scoop his crow bar up and smash the zombies head in. Zombies had nice mushy heads. He was trying to battle off 2 more shamblers and a crawler that snuck up on him. Her first reaction was to get out and help, but she couldn’t or else they’d be sitting ducks. The zombies in front of her were now 20yds, she shouted at Jack to drop the bottles and run. Jill had one Molotov cocktail with her, she lit it and tossed it at the ones closest to her. She grabbed her siren and shut the door and buckled up, car started she was now just waiting for