"On it!" Drew said running out of the room. Running into the hallway Drew slipped on some blood and hit the wall. The force of the hit cause Drew's finger to pull the trigger sending a bullet just past his brother's head, and smashing through a helmet. Drew walked over to his brother and said "Sorry 'bout that, Lemme take care of these guys. You work on getting out. I'll meet you outside within five minutes, if I'm not than head towards the mall." Drew said taking his knife out of his pocket, cutting the lace holding the two backpacks together, putting a box of shells inside one, and handing it to him. "Don't worry about me, just get out of here." Drew started shooting at the rest of the group thinking I have ten bullets in this clip, thirty in the second and third, with eight shells in my shotgun, I should be able to buy him some time to get away from these guys. Besides I'm not planning on dying anyway, I'll start running when I need to use my shotgun.