*I wave Data off, and watch as he leaves. I then turn my attention to another trunk, which I open quickly. I pull out a small amount of 12 gauge hollow point slugs, and an illegally shortened Remington 870, aptly named 'Shorty'. I walk back to the house, satisfied with my haul. I stop at the viewpoint from where I spotted the truck, and look out at the shuffling dead, confused at the loss of their prey. I smirk, and walk the rest of the way to the house.*