The guys had entered the police station apparently without any difficulty. In fact, they walked right into the back door, which made me wonder if we were just wasting our time.
“I wonder if they’ll find any guns or ammunition,” said Paige, staring into the darkness. We’d switched places with Kristie and now both of us were sitting in the front and she was in the very back, smoking a cigarette. She’d found one in the glove compartment and was blowing out the smoke through the broken window.
“If there are any survivors left in the city, then surely they’d be confiscating guns from the police departments,” I said, putting my head back on the driver’s seat.
She stared at her toes, which were on the dashboard and sighed. “My nail polish looks horrible. Does anyone have any polish?”
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