Riley had killed another 40 zombies and then piled all the desks after searching them for useful things in front of the glass wall and doors at the entrance where the horde outside banged trying to get entry. All 240 corpses were also piled at the front. "No one likes door to door salesman guys and I know your girl scout cookies aren't genuinely made of girl scouts." Riley laughs loudly. "Actually, knowing you douchebags they are my bad." Riley wanders back down to the storage basement and finds the massive canned food collection they have stocked for emergencies at the station. Using his knife as a can opener and a spoon Riley digs into a can of baked beans. "Not fuckin bad my guys." Riley says with a mouthful. After chugging 2 bottles of water Riley begins searching the evidence area until he finds the whole purpose of his being here. A police issued 357 revolver. His fathers. Cutting it free from the box Riley holds the gun in his hand. A cold anger flows over him. An anger he had almost forgotten. A need he wouldn't be able to satisfy for revenge. "In this world such petty things don't belong." Riley whispers as he finally puts his life's goal since he was 8 to bed with a revolver in a holster at the back of his belt. Inside the box also is his fathers badge which he adds to his belt. Returning to the gun cage Riley fills every single magazine in sight. Riley fills his pockets and a duffel bag with the station number on it with the magazines. He can't put in his pockets and a few more rifles, and weapon parts such as scopes and grips. Wandering out to the lobby Riley watches the zombies trying to get in. "I'm going to the roof to kill you now see you in a sec bye." Riley says mockingly as he climbs the stairs. He looks at the blood soaked rail and hand prints on the wall. "I wonder how you fell, did you get overrun? Did you let an infected person in? How do I make fucking certain i don't do it?" Riley asks aloud as he walks up the roof access stairwell. Opening the roof door Riley finds 2 zombie swat members. "Hi boys how are you doing today?" Riley asks shooting them both in quick succession. Riley revels in the kick of his new AR-15. Carefully setting his new toys on the waist high brick barrier that wraps around the roof. Riley adds a 4x Reticle scope to his rifle. As Riley works he finds himself whistling happily. "So ladies, germs and jerks please step right up and enjoy for your pleasure a relatively limited time only you can get your fucking brains painted in the parking lot." Riley yells laughing as he raises his rifle and begins shooting. "1 dead fuck." Riley purrs killing a zombie very reminiscent of Sandra Bullock. Riley lines up his next shot. "Okay guys how many of you can i kill in 1 minute?" Riley asks grinning evilly. Riley pulls the trigger over and over again in quick succession. "30 dead fucks." Riley says laughing as he sets the AR-15 against the wall. Riley walks to the far corner of the roof where a semi auto rifle with a 10 round 308 magazine waits to be played with. Riley laughs happily snorting as he begins dispatching more zombies with the rifle. "You guys have to know how fun it is to kill you with a sniper rifle right? Like seriously you should try it." Riley mocks. Once the rifle is empty of happiness rounds for unhinged boys Riley returns to his AR-15. "You my little horde buster are just more fun sure your brother over there is very accurate but you got badass points." Riley says to the gun reloading it and drumming his fingers on the side. "I think that's what ill call you, Riley's horde buster so how shall we entertain ourselves huh?" Riley rubs his chin. "Oh i know first we kill every zombie wearing a blue shirt." Riley giggles as he positions himself and begins playing his new game with the sea of zombies.
The sun begins to dip behind the skyscrapers of Jericho's gate and Riley starts having a harder time seeing his prey. "Well fuck me i only got to 623 dead fucks i have to restart if i take a nap." Riley says disappointed. "Fuck it just means i can go set this bad boy up more." Riley says collecting his guns and moving back down into the basement. Riley helps himself to canned pasta and another bottle of water before taking his guns into the cage to be tinkered with. "At this rate by noon tomorrow ill have killed all these zombies and be back home." Riley is struck with a strange sense of dread that confuses him. Shaking he returns to adding a strap and bayonet to his horde buster. "Now it is spear and attached to me." Riley says proudly to the severed head of one of the roof cops he had brought down with him to talk to. Riley glances up from his work and gasps. "Mike, why didn't you tell me there was a 45. I always wanted one." Riley takes the black 1911 and inspects it. His wicked mouth waters as he imagines using the gun in the morning and lays down staring at it. "Well i'm gonna try sleeping mike see you in the morning." Riley yawns and after what feels like eternity drifts into sleep. When he wakes Riley heads to the roof with his rifle and is shocked by what he sees. "Where the fuck did these zombies come from?" Riley mutters perturbed. The almost empty parking lot he had left was now teaming with zombies almost as if he had done nothing yesterday the only evidence he had in fact killed many the night prior was the bodies some zombies now tripped over. "Where are you coming from?" Riley asks again